It seemed like a short time, though it could have been long, for me to be reincarnated. I felt weightless, almost like I had no form. Maybe I was just a soul on my way to my next life. It was a warm, embracing feeling, like I was being hugged.
I don't know what I expected being reincarnated. Would I be born again? Would I wake up in a body unknown to me? Would I have the same face as I had before? I guess my main worry was who was I going to be? Was I going to continue to be Nora? Nora was a big part of me. Aster said that this was a chance to start fresh, but I don't think I can throw Nora totally away. I believe that no matter where I end up, the part of me that wishes to strive and overcome challenges, the part of me that wishes to help people is not going to change. I just hope wherever I end up, I can be myself.
A woman with long blond hair with sweat beaded on her forehead was the first thing I saw as I entered my new world. Her eyes, though tired looking, shined like pretty green gems as she looked at me. I noticed that she was holding me in her arms.
Huh, I guess I'm starting off as a baby. You must be my mother?
"Your finally here my child," the lady said weakly. Her hands adjusted around my body to cradle me closely to her chest. "Are you going to sing for me my beautiful baby." She dropped her head close to me and kissed me lightly on my forehead. Warmth spread throughout my body. I forgot what a parents love felt like. It's been a long time since my parents passed back when I was Nora. I pretty much grew up an orphan.
She's my mom, I thought as I gazed up at her face. My small newborn hands reached up to touch her face, clumsy as they were. I wanted to check to see if she was real. She wouldn't take her eyes off of me, even as tears began to beat down against her cheeks.
"Bellflower, my little wildflower," she whispered to me. "You're Bellflower, and you have my heart in your tiny, beautiful hands."
"She has all our hearts." I don't know who said that. It was a low, deep voice. A voice of a man. I wanted to identify the face to the voice and fortunately I didn't have to wait long. The man sat down next to the woman as he peeked at me through the sheet that surrounded me.
He was young, as was my mother. Blazing red hair lined the top of his head that only complemented his pale turquoise eyes that pierced into mine. His face held a softness to it, contrast to his rough but lean appearance as a whole.
"Honey, isn't she beautiful. Look at her eyes. Perfect pale just like yours." My mother was getting even more tired as I felt her arms relax a bit. "Eli, can you take her, please?" He must be my father I concluded.
The man picked me out of his wife's hands and gently lay my head in the crease of his elbow. Still sitting next to her, he reached his hand out to my mother and brushed the strains of hair back off her forehead.
"Rest Aathmika, my soul. You need rest. We will be here when you wake up." He moved to the chair next to the bed and watched as her eyes drifted close. He glanced down at me and smiled. "You both did well, my little wildflower." He glanced back towards his wife with love in his eyes.
I could tell just then how much he loved his wife and how much he loved me. This is my father. I grabbed his finger with my tiny hand as my only way of telling him how happy I was.
Looking back at me I could see tears in his eyes. "Don't tell your mama about this", he laughed as he wiped his eyes. "You know I think you are the quietest baby I've ever encountered," he went on. "I was expecting to hear your beautiful music as soon as you came, but here you are, quite as the dead. But you know your mother is right, you have the most beautiful eyes."
I knew that in this life, even with the foretold warnings of hardships, I was blessed. I made a vow right then that no matter what I had to do, I would gain enough strength to protect this happiness that was my family.
As he rocked back and forth I closed my eyes and drifted away while hearing him whisper, "My baby."