There were many strange things about Evelyn that would make normal people feel that something was not right.
It was strange how she could learn how to walk and speak proficiently so very quickly after her birth. And stranger still was the fact that she was able to learn how to read and write not long after. She couldn't do it all perfectly, but what she could do was already shocking enough.
Her mother waved the notebook in her hand towards her husband. "Monmon~ look at these cute little squiggles our daughter has made! Are they supposed to mean something?"
Evelyn clung to her mother's leg with tears glittering in the corner of her eyes. The language in this world was different, and although she could somehow understand it from birth, she had to learn how to write it herself. It was a slow process, to put it gently.
As someone who almost finished her schooling in the past life, she was ashamed to be caught not even being able to write!
