3. Reborn as a baby

I know I'm at the final chapter in my book of wasted life. I wish I could get a second chance at life. I feel sorry for my dad and mom being an only child they will feel my loss. I hear all what my dad and mom said to the doctor. I just pray that my so called husband doesn't do anything to my parents. The pain is very hard on me and As I say my final prayer for the protection of my parents I breathe my final breath. I love you Mummy. Love u daddy. I just fall asleep. Bye.

Waa! Waa!. Why do I hear a child cry. Ouch! What is stinging my arm. Aah! It is hurting me. Wait. Me. What is hurting me? What can hurt me when I am dead? No, I feel soft and different. I slowly open my eyes I see a small room, the nurse is holding a syringe but for what?, can that syringe bring back my dead self? No. But how am I thinking all this when I'm no more. What is happening? Who is crying? I open my mouth to talk but I can't speak. Why? What happened to my voice? I.... I... I can only gurgle. I'm unable to think clearly. I'm tired. Wait. Why is my hands so small I feel I have shrunk in size but how? who is this woman I see? Why is she crying? There is a man with her, who is he? Where am I in the hospital?. It doesn't look like the hospital I was admitted to. I accidently see myself in the mirror at the hospital. Shock fills me to the core. I look like a baby, no to be more right I am a baby. How did I become a baby. I'm being carried but where to? By whom?. Shock and Exhaustion over took me and i sleep.

I woke up with a jerk. Why is it I hear the crying of a baby whenever I wake up. Oh yes I am a baby and I can only cry for now. I'm still at the hospital. It is a general ward, there are a lot of people here.

"oh my little Jessie, you have woken up" I hear a girl's voice. She cleans me with a wet cloth and I wonder who she is and how come she is taking care of me because she doesn't look older than a ten year old. She called me Jessie. I'm confused. She wipes my face with an old dry towel and wraps me in an old cloth. Then she puts on baby clothes on me but she doesn't cover my fingers or feet. I feel a little cold. She hugs and carries me giving me a little warmth. The others at the hospital seem to like me. They smile and play with me, I seem to be popular her. The girl who is carrying me smells of jasmine. The lady who held me yesterday had a different smell but this girl looks similar to her. I'm hungry but I can't talk to ask for food. She lays me on the bed and mixes some milk and food. She feeds me. Its not much tasty but I'm hungry and I eat. She plays with me, all she has is a rag doll and some plastic toys. I play and get tired and fall asleep. Its dark when I wake up I hear voices. I'm feed again with some thin milk or water I do not know and I'm feed with mother's milk. I'm full and sleep again. There ends my first day. Tomorrow I will find out who I am?.