I swam my way to this cave, locked away for no one to see me for nine months. Though I grew, my hope did not. Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there. My name is Hota Hasheba (Pronounced Ho-ta Ha-She-Ba). I'm the baby growing into the momentary birth. Mother sings to me while Father is at work providing us with with all the nourishment we both need so that mother doesn't die during child birth. What does a baby growing know of the outside world? Short answer, Plenty. You see, this isn't my first birth. No. I'm actually the twelfth reincarnation of my father's father's father.
*Yawn* Although, being a female is sort of a new prospect for me. Father wants a son, but mothers sweet voice spoke to me while I was *shakes due to thoughts of my 'old home'* once inside of dad. Those days at the. *air quotes* "Milk tank academy" *air quotes* were a nightmare. During the day, we would sleep unless something occurred, like the time father got kicked in the *air quotes* "Steam valve" *air quotes* by a buffalo ox. We lost an entire regimen that day.
Anyway, I'm nearly as old as time itself. I already know my abc's and the entirety of the math formula for pi. Anyway, see you in a few weeks. My taxi just showed up.
*The sound of porcelain hitting the ground and a woman screaming. Faintly, baby cries are heard.*