Wave- mother was gently waving me… watching the history channel in our room… just the two of us.
Humming.
When I first came to be- I was in another world.
A world I'd never heard about.
A world I'd never even imagined about.
A world- of technology.
Not magic.
And a world where I was called a devil by my own father.
Granted- I might have been kind of a demon back in my own world but- hey, I wasn't the devil! After all- there was only one devil to begin with!
And I had no connection with that asshole.
Not anymore, that's for sure.
But- even so- ever since that incident of me, as a baby, talking- my father's been quite distant.
"Are you sure you can understand all this?" Mother asked.
A thumbs up!
Of course, my mother didn't care. She fed me, loved me and kind of often asked me questions.
Who I was, where did I come from, did I kill and take over the body of the baby- was I an alien, etc.
