I was now 2 weeks old and I had learned many things. 1. people don't have powers, well except me. 2. I understand the language, so I can read, wright, and talk, but I won't because I don't wanna freak out my parents too soon. and 3. I can crawl and walk already. so as the weeks go on, I have slowly began to do baby stuff like lern to roll over, or hold my head up, I already can of course, but, I don't for obvious reasons. I soon realized that I am an only child, unlike my previous life, where I was the youngest of 12. I missed my other family, but I loved my new one too. they were so caring and gentle, and my mom was so beautiful, I realized that I would have looked like her if I was normal, but I new I was a special baby. so I accepted it.