Hopeful awakening

After waking up peacefully (ignoring the fact that I had cried), I looked around me.

(It's not that I forgot how to move!).

I realized that I was in a hospital and that, apparently, I had been reborn as a baby.

How great! Anything is better than limbo... EXCEPT FOR THAT PIECE OF TRASH THAT TOOK ME THERE!

IN THIS LIFE I WILL GET MY REVENGE ON YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME, TRUCK!!!

Ahem...

Well, setting aside my perfectly rational hatred toward trucks, now that I have a new opportunity at life, I will strive to enjoy every moment to the fullest.

I will be a better person than I was in my previous life, in which...

I...

What did I do?...

Wait a second...

Who was I?

What was my name?

Who were my parents?!

WHAT WAS MY GENDER?!

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.

Damn it, I don't know!

Wait, remember, go back to your happy place. That's it, calm down. Inhale and exhale.

Okay, everything is fine! I almost passed out right there.

The nurses looked a little—no, quite—scared when they saw me hyperventilating, but what can you do? I wasn't in any condition to think about that.

I mean, put yourself in my shoes, right? After all, isn't it normal for someone to get anxious when doing things they aren't used to? And I fall into that category.

I mean, yeah, I once did all these newborn baby things (even though I don't remember it), but come on, I'm like that example of a guy who spends so much time in his own world (prison) that he forgets to do things that used to be common, like moving and breathing.

But well, I know I shouldn't be the only one with a problem like this, right?

HEY!!!

AM I TALKING TO MYSELF AGAIN?!

Wait...

I've been referring to myself in the masculine, haven't I?

So, is my gender male?

Or am I actually female, but referring to myself in the masculine?

This diaper is keeping me from checking.

I guess I only have one way to find out...

I'm not proud of what I did next (don't ask), but at least I confirmed that I'm a man... or at least I am in this life, even if the price of this revelation was my dignity (seriously, don't ask).

But well, I'm a baby now, so whether I wanted to or not, it was going to happen sooner or later! (Justification).

Therefore, I did what any baby would do (self-convincing).

And I even discovered my gender, so I'm a hero! (Escape from reality).

But anyway, let's leave that topic forgotten! And move on to something more interesting, like who my parents are in this life.

I hadn't mentioned it, but the language they speak here is different from the one I know. It's not that I don't speak any language, but it's like a mix of English with another unknown language (at least to me).

So I only understand a few things they say, like a radio with static, but from what I've learned, I know that the elegant woman with silver hair, red eyes, and a voluptuous body with large breasts is my mother in this life.

While the normal-looking man with short black hair and an office worker suit (you guessed it) is my father.

How could you marry someone like him?

Please, tell me your secret!

But well, setting aside one of life's mysteries, they seem to be a couple very much in love, and as an added bonus, I was also able to get information about my new name with which I will begin this beautiful new life: "Mireya."

Now, armed with this new name, nothing can go wrong!

(I would later remember this while regretting my own stupidity for not knowing what was yet in store for me).