I have the brown eyes of my mother.
Which is a bit sad, I wanted the blue eyes of dad, at least I got his black hair, but I wanted to have mom blond hair.
Great.
Like everything in this new life, I get the opposite of what I want.
My cheek move, trembling as if I was ready to jump on the little handheld mirror my parents bought for me. Ready to jump on it and bite it to the death like some kind of animal.
Because right now? I feel like an animal.
I've been exploring the town -which is way bigger than I thought- and I found myself even more shocked than before.
Every fucking turn on another street shown weird stuff.
Would love to explore more.
Unfortunately. I'm not outside anymore.
I turn my head to see the house around me. Like usual, I'm at home, on the ground before the couch, holding a handheld mirror.
My mother took my silence as agreement.
Apparently, I wanted a mirror.
And now, I can see myself.
I'm...normal looking.
A baby, brown eyes, black hair.
I'm normal looking.
...well, I'm semi-normal looking.
Remember the moment where this useless doctor came home? Where he inspected me and shit? Yeah? Remember that? Remember how he was hypefcoused on my eyes for some reason?
Well...I understand why now.
Don't know why Kiko never pointed at it before, it's weird, I thought it would be something this dumb kid would point at directly. Maybe my weird movement hypnotized her too much though.
Maybe my eyes are less hypnotizing than my movements? Which is weird because I would say that it's definetly the weirdest part between the two.
I mean...why do I have blue flakes in my eyes?
That's...that's pretty weird isn't it?
I have blue flakes in my eyes.
....okay gonna say it one last time so you can internalize it well.
I have blue flakes in my eyes.
Like conffeti, or sand, whatever, in my eyes, in my iris, and the white part, there's blue flakes in my eyes.
Why?
Is?
There?
Blue?
Flakes?
IN MY FUCKING EYES!?
OF COURSE THAT PIECE of SHIT of a doctor saw that and said "Everything is normal" I HAVE BLUE FLAKES IN MY EYES!?
Said eyes of mine focus to see around me, to see my mother holding a big box of stuff. And putting it in our bedroom.
The bedroom is on my right, and she dissapears inside before I can ask her the question I'm curious about
Why do I have blue flakes in my eyes.
But it doesn't matter. I'll stay still, I'll wait until she comes out and tell me all about this, BECAUSE IT MAKES NO SENSE!
With as much patience I can muster, I wait for her to come out, okay, I can't.
I crawl inside, heck, I get up and start walking as fast as I can to reach her. GO GO GO FAST, WHY IS TH-!
We almost bump against each other, but at the last moment, my mother. With a small "oops" stops herself mid turn, and manage to grab me before I jump on her like a comet.
"What's wrong dear?"
I lift the mirror. Showing her, her own face. Then, with my other hand, I point at my eyes.
"Why blue?"
I don't know the word for flakes okay?
She stops. Freezes, and her second hand that was holding the doorframe slowly slides down.
She gives me the most normal smile EVER
The kind of smile you DELIBERATELY make normal, and with that forced smile she says "It's how you were m&- dear."
Her hand that slid down the doorframe comes down to ruffle my hair and she passes me, saying a last "It's normal dear, don't worry"
Okay...okay...what?
I turn at the same moment she turns, and she goes help my father in my future bedroom. Dunno what they're doing here, but after we did our little exploring, they put me down, gave me some candies that I swallowed so fast I almost choked on them.
And finally, they put me down. With my new gift.
Which is...this handheld mirror.
And after this, they went to work to do...whatever they're doing right now.
They probably explained me about it. I remember them reassuring me about something before starting, but most of the words were too complicated for me to understand
So here I am. Standing on the opening of my parents bedroom. And soon enough, sitting in front of the couch with my gift in my hand.
My gift who's making sure I can see everything about the weird blue flakes in my eyes.
That's not normal.
KIKO DOESN'T HAVE THIS!
NOBODY HAVE THIS!
AND SHE'S LYING TO ME!
She thinks I'm dumb or something? Well, maybe I would have been fooled by her smile if I didn't had the memory of my first days as an infant.
But I do.
I do have the memories of my first days, and I clearly remember the doctor. And my parents, all looking at my as if I've grown a third head while looking at my eyes.
They forced my eyes open, and LOOKED at it for ONE minute straight! And now you want me to believe that the weird blue flakes in my eyes are normal?
Well maybe they are?
I almost drop the mirror on the ground. Looking above the couch, I can see my father bringing a smaller box inside my future bedroom, and my mother takes out another box.
What the fuck is happening?
Doesn't matter, doesn't matter, what's mattering is the blue flakes in my eyes.
...and my father eyes are blue.
Waaaaait.
I frown, a theory building in my mind. To confirm it, I lift the hand mirror again and look at my face, almost groaning at seeing my adorable little frown
Urghhhh why am I adorable!?
Because I'm a baby, focus.
In any case. The flakes are blue. So maybe it's really normal?
Yeah? I do rememeber some things from my first life, where they talked about how brown eyes aren't normal, and that sometimes people eye colors changed and...something and...I don't even know what I'm saying to be honest.
BUT I'M SURE I HEARD SOMETHING LIKE THAT!
Or something similar like that!
I'm not sure of course. That's not my speciality, but maybe it's something like that? Maybe the doctor and my parents were just worried because of the weird flakes, but then the doctor said that it was completly normal and I just needed time to grow up?
Maybe?
Maybe I'm doing mental gymnastics but someone have the right to hope can't they?
"Go &#& the &#&" At my father voice, my mom comes out of my future room. Passes me and see me having fun with my new gift, gives me a sweet smile and go in our room again.
I stay still for a while. Gaze going up and down, to the mirror, and then to whatever the fuck my parents are doing.
When she comes out of the bedroom again she-! WHY ARE YOU HOLDING MY CRIB WOMAN!?
Pushing myself to standing, I follow behind my mom and seeing me follow her like a duckling makes her smile again, I IGNORE THE SMILE!
Where is she taking my crib? Hey, woman, that's my crib, put that down.
Curious, I find my answer soon enough when she enters my future bedroom with said crib.
I almost didn't noticed it, but in this room, there's a window too. There's the weird lamp thing, and then there's a window. It was more or less hidden by the desk, that's...not here anymore.
Wait where is everything?
Before I can ask the question, my father lift another of his boxes and leave the room. But when he sees me following mom, he stops and look at us just to see her putting my crib under the window.
Oh.
OH WAIT I'M GETTING MY NEW ROOM NOW!?