It is a sunny morning, few clouds serving as an obstacle for birds to play with, I am outside our house playing with my four-year-old cousin Bimboy, his mom, Tita Jenel, is with my nanay talking about the reunion which is tomorrow.
"Kuya, catch this!"
Before I could even notice that he had throw a ball towards me, it already hit my face. The kid started laughing, seeing my pain as his entertainment, I throw the ball against him hitting him on his leg, I suddenly got chills when I realized that my mom and Tita Jenel would get mad, but Bimboy started laughing, he's enjoying this hurting stuff.
"Kids! Come inside, we are going to eat!"
It was Tita Jenel. By hearing his mom, Bimboy hurriedly ran for the entrance of our gate not noticing a fast motorcycle on his left.
My urge to move away to not get hit was strong, but then I just found myself pushing Bimboy towards the open gate leaving me behind him, and then the sound of metal and my body caused a ringing noise in my ear, I was laying down, then the screams of many people occupied me.
"Primo! Primo, anak!"
It was my mom.
Several cries of concern and more screaming is all I could hear.
"Anak… anak…"
The ringing in my head is so strong that I assume my head would burst any moment, the skies went darker and the sun had left--- everything was dark.
"Primero… we call him, Primero."
It's not the voice of my mother, another woman's voice was all over my head.
When I opened my eyes I started crying, it was not my voice! A child's! But it came from me…
A face of an unfamiliar woman smiled at me, I panicked for who is this stranger? I saw a man beside her, smiling proudly at the two of us, his face reminded me of my lolo.
The woman's warmth calmed me, I closed my eyes, and by the time I open them I expect to be free from this weird dream. I need to wake up.
But then, things continued to get more complicated.
It was no dream.
By stitching all the information I have heard I just found out…
I am Primero Basa Jr., the second son of Maricar and Primero Basa. I am currently in the body of their 3-year-old son which they call Totoy.
I can't talk to them and tell them that I need to get home, to ask them what in the world is happening, I can't say anything except, "Mama" and "Tay" (which they found amazing).
I am sitting on my mother's lap being teased by my older brother, a visitor sat in front of us, talking how are we doing and all, he glances at me sometimes and I stare back, none would find me suspicious, a staring kid is one of the cutest thing.
My mother left me with the visitor, he started baby talking to me when he randomly said :
"Sino ka?" Who are you?