It freaks me out…Just a little bit!

Yes, I’ve done what many characters have done in some books that I’ve read...

I’ve transmigrated…

Sahara felt that she was quite a normal, regular type of person, that

more inclined herself closer to the category of a nerd. She hoped that

she wasn’t completely submerged in the nerd category but of course this

was her own self-analysis and she’s been wrong many times before!

She played games on computers and, like everyone else she knew, used a

phone and watched movies. Of course, everyone she knew didn’t really

have a large number of people in it and so again, if put outside of her

knowledge, she’d once again…Be wrong. Not everyone had a phone…Not

everyone watched movies, so she really should have gone out more…

Who wants to go out there?

…Is all she has to say about that...Actually, she does have more to

say but I’m not going to bore you upon what you probably already know

about human behavior…

Sahara read manga and novels and kept herself busy, knowing how to

enjoy life simply, yet full. She was a laid back, cheap shout, homely,

bubbly person that tried to make the best of everything! To get to this

point though, it didn’t mean that she didn’t go through anything, on the

contrary, she had gone through a lot…

Strangely though, even though she could make people laugh, she was a person that much preferred to be alone…

Many circumstances led to making her the way she was, as she wasn’t

born detached…I mean, if she were detached, she wouldn’t have been

born…Was that a pun? Ah, forget it!

No, for her to prefer to be alone, it was how she grew up and also of

including that of following her instincts and how sensitive she was to

people and how they acted. I will briefly just say that when she was

young, she was a complete and utter b, I, so on…With a bit of bad luck

here, bad circumstance there, we now have the 4.0 version of Sahara!

Anyway, Sahara wasn’t smart at school but had a few good qualities,

one of those were knowing what it took to be a leader and that she had a

balanced mind. She probably wouldn’t call herself someone to fuss over,

knowing that she was far from being a real genius.

Another attribute to her personality, was that she was normally one

that accepts and adapts well to situations…And this is before she was

transmigrated! Could it have been her instincts that helped her deal

with circumstances better or was it something else? At this moment in

time, where she had only just realized that she had first transmigrated,

she wouldn’t have a clue upon why she was able to cope that tiny bit

better then quite a number of others but…Upon finding out a certain past

in this particular world, things do add up a bit…Of course we aren’t up

to that yet and you’ll just have to wait to understand! Ah…Don’t you

just hate that!?

Sahara’s upbringing in her previous life seemed to help teach her

such things, as accepting what’s given to you, as she seemed to be

ignored and unlucky to some situations…And what else is there to do

besides make the best of what you have?

So…She accepted her soul traveling and being given the chance to live

life once again, thinking positively upon the fact that she still had

her memories from her previous life!

But, as she said, ‘It freaks me out’…She really despised olden days

and how they lived…Not knowing that that’s exactly the type of place

that she had transmigrated too…

Fair enough the books that she read were only books, but still, she

figured out that it would be a much harsher place to live, then the

modern day 21st century, Earth.

In many situations in the books, where she might put herself in the

character’s circumstance, most times she figured that she would most

likely die. Die because of being too naïve or die to saying something

bluntly, but the ultimate and quick ending was…Death…

A good reason why she was glad that history was just that…History…Was

because she was quite a blunt and honest person, and that kind of

personality doesn’t really fit in that type of era…

She would drink the poison, thinking that it was a nice gesture from

someone to give her a drink. She would have gone for the horse ride, not

knowing that her enemy would have something going on with the horse to

make her fall off of it…Then, being blunt, she would state any secret

that anyone would tell her, simply because she can’t keep them! She’d

honestly state that she had sex in ‘this’ position, and in this type of

historical place, she would not fit in at all!

Sahara was most certainly not a trickster and when she read books

that showed characters schemed and ‘went nuts’, she was basically more

dumbfounded upon humanity, then thinking the character did well in

protecting themselves…

Yes, it was a downfall because…Well, what did they do in the olden

day type worlds besides scheme, lie and bi…Complain about…You know,

clothes or…Hair stuffs…I mean, they were pro, elites in the bitchin…I

mean ‘complaining’ world sort of thing and poor Sahara…She was like,

‘Oh, it escaped my radar because it meant absolutely nothing to me!’ And

it’s true, Sahara didn’t care about the materialistic type of things,

she wanted to have fun and be happy, not bit…Complain…

Arguing made her mad and who wants that!?

Argh, all the evil females in the books and movies, they just sounded so superficial, shallow and materialistic!

Am I right?

Well, I suppose, some male leads were pretty cool for the girls to

fight over em and all…Well, you’d think so. Did they have like gold

plated hands or something? Did they have some type of aroma, like…Like

vampires or something, that made girls almost die if they got just a

glance from them?

When reading, Sahara often says ‘Get over it!’, sometimes unable to

wait to get over the fact that someone stepped on another’s dress or

that the man was talking to the female lead instead of the evil one

Yeah, so weird…Moving on…

…If this world were to be one that was indeed somewhat historical…I think Sahara will have a problem…

Or…If she’s lucky, she might just adapt or come up with some fabulous plan that she sometimes did in her prior life!

***

The place Sahara transmigrated to, was somewhere totally different

and it wasn’t as the other characters she had read upon, where they came

into a body that had lost its soul when they were aged ten or fifteen,

or somewhere in between…

Instead…She was literally born…Again.

In her prior life, she has no recollection of being born whatsoever…What a blessing!

But…With her older soul, and remembering other stuff of my previous life, she…Felt…It…All!

A strange type of tremor moved in a wave around her, then it was like

muscles were pushing her, whether she wanted to leave or not! The

pressure of something all around her and then going to a wider place

with no liquids for comfort or pressure at all, indeed, freaked her out!

Really, she cried! Not because she was ‘finally out’, no…It just seemed

like the mother’s womb was such a better place! It had been warm, she

didn’t have to worry about food and drinking water! It was really the

lazy man’s place and…Well, there’s no point in continuing that, it’s

just safe to say it was a sad farewell to the mother’s womb!

Sahara could not believe how intense it was for a child to be born!

It was another perspective that she had not really thought of…Ever…

It had been so shocking to experience, that she thinks it’s another

reason why children might sleep longer! Perhaps they thought that if

they slept, they could forget all about it! Forget not only the strange

feeling of being born but the greatness of the mother’s womb! Now they

had to worry about drinking! They didn’t have to do that before! Oh why,

why can’t we stay in there, you know!?

Sahara also has the knowledge of what was going on, you know, from

learning about the v…The bottom regions, the lower half…She knew the

works on how a baby was conceived and delivered…And where she was

literally being ‘birthed’ from…

…She knew this was this and that was that…

Man, she wanted to cover her eyes hey! Her eyes were luckily closed

already but the fact that it happened might freak her out for quite a

while…She couldn’t deny that a little part of her, through all this

other stuff going on, was worried that a pubic hair would go into her

mouth…Yuck!

After Sahara accepted her travel to another world, she slowly noticed then…That it was indeed, ancient times!

Through bitter frustration of having to deal with an ‘undoubtful

impending doom’, Sahara did the ‘baby thing’ and cried a few extra

times, to take it out on her so called ‘mother’.

‘Why’ *Cry* ‘Why bring me back!’ *Cry* ‘My life had been over\, I had already lived my life!’ *Cry*

Actually, it wasn’t really nice upon knowing that life had restarted.

Sahara had put in a lot of effort in her first life and was happy to go

to the great world of ‘death’. Finished! Complete!

But to what felt like just moments after her tragic death, she was once again placed into the world of the ‘living’…

…Whatever happened to ‘Rest in Peace’!?

Anyway, crying doesn’t help one go back inside the womb…Or to go back

to the land of ‘Death’…But it really was the only way to spout out

grievances at this point of time…

The bodies in front of Sahara were blurry, making her wonder if she

ever saw the bi…She means, mother. Mother! Who’d call their only mother a

bitch just after birth! Haha…

Then, on another note, Sahara never saw her so called ‘father’ either!

Well, I was used to this, sigh.

Indeed, she was. To talk to her father, in her last life, she had to

get on discord. Her mother on the other hand talked about putting an

alarm on her phone just so she’d remember to call her daughter from time

to time.

This was fine! Normal!

So, Sahara indeed stopped crying uselessly and finally opened her

eyes and ears to understand the ‘new’ place more. Sadly, they spoke a

strange noise of language that she couldn’t figure out, but she did try

to figure out what the nanny, and the maidservants, were saying through

facial expressions. For the most part though, she didn’t have a clue on

what was going on…Is that another reason why babies cried a lot…Because

literally nothing felt like it made any sense whatsoever!?

If Sahara knew this was going to happen, she would have

learnt…Whatever language that they were speaking! Of course, that

requires one to have the knowledge that transmigration was going to

happen in the first place. Let’s have a show of hands upon someone who

knows if they will transmigrate!

…Anyone?

Sahara was no language buff!

She knew nothing much of Chinese and Japanese, and very little

Korean, but it didn’t sound like either of those as well…They really did

look like aliens with this strange, noisy like language!

Since it was like this, after a few days, Sahara started to ponder if

her ‘baby, just born through strange pressure, ears’ were playing

tricks on her…

Even though she held certain frustrations, what was she to do!?

Unable to even sit up, hold up her own neck, blurry figures, unknown

language…Really, what can she do besides ‘role play’ with them in her

head and make up what they are saying!?

‘I am an alien, oh, yes, don’t forget the ‘baby alien’ Sahara mocked as a nanny glanced over at her.

‘I was told to keep a distance, J…’ Suddenly Sahara was reminded of a movie, only to find the nannies gone in the next second.

Being left alone was not cool as a dependent, newborn chick. If one gets cold, one needs to be wrapped up!

Grumbling away in baby talk, Sahara made up other words the nannies may have said instead.

‘The baby must survive the winter! We will leave and see if it can do things all by itself!’

‘But J, aren’t you being a bit too stupid! We are being stupid!’

‘Never! Every newborn baby should be able to depend on itself from birth!’ Then she added onto that noise of them leaving and claps of the audience.

…Then there was silence once again, bringing her back to reality…

One good thing about being reborn as a newborn, it seemed to have the

same effects as what was ‘normal’ for a newborn baby, as she slept

longer and had to depend on others for certain deeds.

It was a bit uncomfortable, to have to shi…To have to…Well, there’s

another reason to just sleep…Or pretend to! At least then your

embarrassment is pushed aside…

Nonetheless, there’s only so much Sahara could put up with!

She wanted to grow up quick so that she didn’t have to depend on

people like this! Not only because of embarrassment but because…They

really weren’t that good at looking after her!

I’m so doing a Matilda on them!

Ah, let’s just pretend to always know what she means and move on, shall we…

***

As the days and weeks went by,

Sahara found out a very small amount, knowing full well that she was

being ignored, as the primary knowledge that she had learnt so far.

Sometimes, she was being that ignored that she didn’t get to do an

interesting new pleasure of hers…

Who would have suspected!? Not her, that’s for sure! Well, males probably would understand!

Sahara never truly thought that there was something wrong about a woman’s ****** and knew of their main objective.

But…Being so small and hungry, made her want to squeeze for as much as she could get, in the literal sense!

So soft…

Just like a little kitten, Sahara put her hand into balls and lightly

pushed every now and again…Like…Well, it was instinct! It was ‘normal’!

Don’t go all strange now, come on…Think about it! You are hungry and what you get your food from is soft like a cushion…

…Moving on, before this goes into some other strange conversation!

Anyways, Sahara did get over the random loss of her main substance

quite quickly, because the nanny and maidservants weren’t very nice to

her. It was more like the problem was out of her control, so she had to

get over it and try to either come up with a solution or just think of

something else if a solution couldn’t be found. Sahara…Didn’t like

wasting time upon things out of her control…The problem was, this

‘substance’ was what she needed to live!

So, what’s the problem!

In this ‘short’ amount of time, Sahara assumed, because of the way

they were treating her, that she was some kind of young miss that was

born from a concubine. Her ‘mother’, she continued to assume, probably

hated her because she wasn’t male?

…Hell, probably her father too!

Is there something wrong with me? Was I born with six toes? Do I

have a face like a dog? A special power? …How awesome! I knew it! I knew

that being in ancient times would be doom! Sahara could only shake

her head and roll her eyes, which looked extremely cute as she was

still a baby. Yet…Why is it that when someone is in trouble, they don’t

think outside the box straight away? Sahara had immediately assumed that

it was her, and not the idiots outside her room, that was the problem

with her being neglected. Did she automatically assume that her mother

and father were awesome people and not want to blame them?

Whatever the case, I just thought I’d uselessly put something here

that wasn’t with the plot line whatsoever…Should there be some type of

narrator boundary that shouldn’t be crossed?

…

Moving on…

More weeks went by, and Sahara was able to start holding her head up

on her own. Strangely, she began to sympathize greatly now with babies!

She had tried to hold her head up earlier, but it really is damned true, that a baby’s neck can’t support the head at first!

Trivial things like this kept her amused, as she tried to think of a plan, for when she started to crawl.

Already, she felt like she was only getting weaker…Her tummy making

noises…Something had to be done for her to get her dinner! Seriously

though, Sahara was already starting to worry! Don’t the people on this

planet have a conscious? Who is the boss here! I have to say, your

people suck man! They suck, like me with my dinner!

It wasn’t like she wasn’t getting anything, it just wasn’t…Enough!

I’ll remember this nannies! I’ll come back and…Do something! You

lazy, little shits! That’s right, I haven’t forgotten, I’ll go Matilda

on ya asses!

Yep! She was going to search this…Well, she would like to say house,

but it’s many little houses. On the few times she was taken outside, she

was surprised!

It’s all real! Haha…

Perhaps she believed the books but didn’t care enough beyond that, but now she saw it all with her own eyes!

A house for the old lady, a house for the main wife, so on…

Crazy…So much land! Many homeless people could fit in all these

houses! Gone are the days of one house with…Wait…Imagine me living with

everyone in my family…

Sahara had something to think about there for a bit as she waited for

time to pass…Her cousins, her aunts, uncles…What would life had been

like if she had lived with them all in one big place like this!

To her perspective, it really was like a whole house, just for one or

two people, and with there being so many houses, it probably meant that

her so called ‘father’ was well off. Right? Or could this be like a

small…A small but big area for someone poor?

There were more ways to find out though, of course. Like, how many

workers, what the areas looked like in being maintained, the clothes…And

so, with all this in mind, Sahara had a suspicion, which could be

wrong, that her father was indeed well off with money.

…Not that it mattered.

It’s not like she can change her family, considering it was the same in her previous life as well.

As much as her family irritated the…Well, she loved them most of the

time…Sort of…Just, was it going to be awesome getting to know this new

family?

Hang on…Shouldn’t I be missing my last family about now? Hell,

shouldn’t I have missing something? Why haven’t I thought much upon my

last life?

It was a weird thought to her actually, as she could think of her

family, yet not really miss them very much. As much as she was somewhat a

hermit or whatever, it wasn’t like she hated her family.

Was she losing her memories or something?

…Sahara didn’t seem to have much enthusiasm upon thinking this family

was going to be much better than her last…Not much at all, especially

when they kept forgetting to put a boo…Putting milk…Giving her dinner!

This is what made her frustrated, was that she was in a small humble

place and often missing a meal a day…Yet she was sure that they could

afford to look after her a hell of a lot better!

Heck! If ya can’t look after ya kids, don’t have em! …I guess things like this happen here too…

Many times, she had seen children in her past get treated like cra…Badly…Now she was one of them…

And…She could probably assume that there were less contraceptives on this planet…Or were they just idiots too?

***

As more weeks went by, Sahara, at last, met her ‘mother’ for the

first time. She was pretty, Sahara decided, yet her face was ugly when

she was eyeing someone.

Sahara really wanted to know what was wrong with her face with the

way that her ‘mother’ looked at her! She guessed that she looked like

every other chubby baby out there, but she hadn’t known that she had a

special, interesting birth mark on the side of her neck…It’s not like

she had a mirror close by, so Sahara didn’t even know what she looked

like in this new life of hers yet.

Since her mother was close to her, her ears picked up on a couple of

words that she said, in which Sahara knew. ‘Hate’ and ‘luck’….

Sahara didn’t cry to the selected words that were heard, in fact, she gave a noise and somewhat smiled.

To this, Sahara’s ‘mother’s’ face took a turn to one of

contemplation. But Sahara’s inner thoughts were dancing with ‘Omigod’s’

and ‘Yes!’.

Simply because…She could finally hear!

Haha, now I don’t have to learn another language! What luck! It

really was just because my ears weren’t ready for some reason…Ah, thank

you!

The lazy side of Sahara was ecstatic with this news!

You have to question though, why it would be the English language of

all languages…Well, I’ll answer that for you right now, the author

stated this as the language ‘And that’s that, so get over it!’

It’s like a fascism story, author’s way or the highway!

The author then went on about how difficult it could be to make up a

whole other language, or to learn one and well I just agreed so that we

could get back to the novel once again…

Yet another useless non-plot waste of time…Or was it? Because if you

laughed or smiled then, I the ‘narrator’ declares that NOT a waste of

time!

Anyway, Sahara’s ‘mother’, on the other hand, said some more words. ‘Use’ and ‘see’…

In an attempt to roll her eyes, Sahara got a bit dizzy, but inside, she was mockingly laughing at her own ‘mother’.

Pfft, she wants to use me, uh?

Of course, Sahara was unsure on how she would find it funny if her

mother really did act against her with any scheme. Sahara knew that she

really was such a useless, weak and small thing at the moment…And why is

it that she was already surrounded by such doom!? Why can’t she be born

into a nice family, uh!?

Just like a number of times in her previous life, Sahara had to

remember that there is worse of people out there and that she was lucky

because she still had food and shelter…

Think of the basics and go Matilda on them later!

Sahara knew about not abiding by ‘laws’ would be quite severe with

their punishments back in the ancient times. She knew of kneeling at

some hall, writing ‘lines’ and the possible beheading…Nine

generations…And torture. In her time, things like that were no longer

done, unless in secret, but here, she needed to keep that in

mind…Because it very well could be done here!

That’s why I never, ever wanted to come to a place such as this!

Sahara could only scowl and suffer in silence, as her ‘mother’ disappeared out of the room.

She knew it would be a lot harder to do as she pleased here in this

time, then on the modern-day Earth. Sahara really missed it so much

already!

Being quite a stubborn person, Sahara still would try hard to do what she wanted to do…

I just gotta try and make it work and not die in the process…

But…For the first time since coming to this new life she had some

weird type of goal, one that gets her into trouble but also gives her a

reason to continue in the future. There’s also a boundary that she

attempts to cross with this goal and having to ‘restrain’ herself but

nonetheless, this seemed to be a center in some regard to this new life

here on this planet.

It wasn’t a goal that had any type of study involved, it wasn’t one

where there was traveling or having to be good at martial arts. It was a

goal that helped Sahara continue to be the person that she is, yet also

deal with this world as best as she could…

And that goal was…To do as she pleased, and not die in the process…

***

The doom that lingered over Sahara, made her plan even further ahead.

She still was going to crawl and observe, as soon as possible. But, as

soon as she could walk, she was going to learn Martial Arts, study and

learn whatever this planet has to offer, which made her more determined

to find out more about this world!

Sahara had never learnt beyond the basics of Martial Arts in her

former life, but she had already one form of it in her mind that she

wanted to use the most.

Considering that she was normally a lazy, laid-back person, she

preferred the technique where she was to use the opponent’s own strength

against themselves. Since she didn’t look into it so much though, she

couldn’t even remember the name of it. Stuff like that, where she didn’t

look into much…You could say such ‘memories’ were eluding her.

She simply couldn’t remember some things lately, but her memory had

never been that great to begin with. As long as she remembered her

experiences and through that, things that she needed to help her through

this life, it was okay to forget some things, at least that was her

thoughts upon this.

Sadly, there were some useless things that she did still remember

though, like postcodes and her first phone number. But she laughed about

these numbers, that no longer held any kind of importance.

It was indeed an interesting subject though, upon why Sahara would

remember some things and forget others, just like in her previous life.

But there is indeed a reason upon this that might make more sense later.

All that could be said right now is that the brain can only cope with

so much and her memory area is practically leaking over the edge, so

some of it just disappears, as new and more important things to remember

come along. Sadly, she really is just a normal human, at least at this

very point in time, and if she could store a lot more memories, this

novel might be only half as…

*The author has muted the narrator*

As Sahara’s ears seemed to work

better, as the days moved on, she became clearer upon her situation. On

this planet, she resided in an estate that was in a ‘capital’, maybe,

she wasn’t one hundred percent sure…And this ‘capital’ was called ‘Green

Haven’, and of course there was a leader, known here as the Emperor…

Even though there was a lack of interest on ‘that’ information, the

opposite happened when Sahara found out that there was indeed

cultivation here!

Having read cultivation type of books beforehand in her previous

life, she had a basic understanding of it, but what she knew was…They

were books, and this place could be very different, simply because it

was real. Besides that, there had been quite a different amount of

cultivations techniques and so…She had to empty her mind of some things

so to keep her mind opened to this world’s ‘way’ of cultivation. What

was the point of going by one way of cultivation when it didn’t even

work? No, she must figure out the way that it works here!

The way they do it and learn it, may be something totally hard or something I can’t understand…Who knows…

What Sahara did know, not that she understood, was that apparently

‘The first son’ had become a third ranked cultivator, and with the way

people close to her sounded, it seemed to be a good thing. She had a

thought that this ‘first son’, might just be her brother. No sibling had

ever visited her so Sahara could only speculate upon who the ‘first

son’ was at this point of time.

The other ‘stupid thing’ that Sahara had found out…Was that her

‘father’ was 45 and that she was his thirteenth child. Not only did it

take a while to get over the fact that she had twelve siblings but there

was more to it than that…Finally, there was ‘a’ so called ‘reason’ upon

why she had not been treated well…

She was deemed as ‘bad luck’ and has been talked of by the maids that she has already been abandoned by her very own father.

Ah, now I get it. My father must be superstitious. Is it

the number thirteen? Suppose that was known as an unlucky number on

Earth too…Yay, a familiar…Thing…Y..ay…

Sahara wished that if there was something that was the same or

similar to that of Earth and this planet that it was something other

than a number! I don’t blame her…But I know, no one was asking me,

moving on!

They called her birth and timing of birth and her placement of birth

an ‘omen’ here, but nonetheless it was something that deemed Sahara bad

luck and so her father practically pretended not have conceived her in

the first place…

Let’s just hope all fathers aren’t as stupid as mine! Not

even…He’s not even giving me a chance! Stupid dad! I’m great, I’m a

great person!

With a past on not many people liking her, it wasn’t a surprise to

become defensive on her father’s so-called decision on her life…

Sahara couldn’t help but laugh though.

I was really good in my last life! How do I deserve this!? Oh!

Perhaps he was told that in the future I kick his ***! Oh, yeah, I then

bring him back to life and kick it again! Haha, yeah, any father

wouldn’t like that!

So, obviously, the number thirteen wasn’t all that was making her

‘bad luck’…Sahara had also been born on the thirteenth day of the month,

on what she would call a ‘Black Friday’…Apparently, here, the names of

days were different, so Sahara wasn’t used to it yet. She’ll have to

find out more about how the years go by and what the days are called

later.

With this, her ‘father’, she heard, had gone one step further to act

as though he had already disowned her, which meant that the nannies in

charge of her had ‘reason’ to ‘forget’ her dinners! And finally, after a

few ‘weeks’ now, Sahara has the answer upon why she has been treated

like she has since birth.

All that Sahara could think her father was…Was stupid!

To abandon someone as awesome as me, even with my status and time

of birth…Would have to be stupid! It’s unfair though, I mean it’s not

my fault! How should I be abandoned when he chooses to have sex when he

did, and I was ready to pop out when I was ready? I’m so ganna kick him,

bring him back and kick him again, I tell ya! I’ll give him a real

reason for doing this!

After coming up with a comeback plan upon being treated this way for the future, Sahara felt better!

Granted, Sahara was a modest and humble person but sometimes, she

really did think quite highly of herself…Well, let’s just say that she

thought herself good enough to have this ‘bad luck’ and ‘abandonment’ be

dropped and not accepted by her father and mother! She didn’t think

that that was asking too much! Nonetheless, she now accepted it, simply

because she has a plan!

And since now, that she had classified her ‘father’ as ‘stupid’, she

no longer wanted to care for him. Her thoughts were, that it wasn’t like

she was ‘losing out’…Simply because she’s already had a ‘father’

before. She thought she was pretty lucky to have the chance to even have

two fathers in the first place, so dropping one out of existence in her

own small family tree seemed pretty easy, especially when she didn’t

know him anyway…Then she let out a tiny baby noise to her own strange

joke!

I’m still new here! Of course, I wouldn’t know anyone! Maybe

just give the planet and its people a chance…There’s gotta be someone

nice here, even if I adopt my own new daddy! Haha, daddy. I’m small so I

could get away with saying such a childish thing!

With plans, everything seemed fine, except food. She was still living

and hopefully getting stronger, not weaker. Sahara was pretty good at

putting things that were out of her control, to the back of her mind.

She even made herself feel better, by thinking that there was no cure

for stupidity and that her life should be easier because of ‘letting the

‘stupid’ father go’!

This was only one way to her thoughts upon ‘simplistic happiness’,

which meant the less you worried about, the easier happiness was to

obtain. The less you stressed, the less that you even had in the way of

possessions, it just felt like it was her way of being able to obtain

happiness better…Easier…

Well, that and it was her lazy mind thinking of perhaps the ‘laziest’ way to obtain happiness…

The first thought that pops into her mind upon ‘simplistic happiness’ is, ‘That’s why I sleep on the floor’.

Again…Some things we will not quite understand when it comes to Sahara…

***

As the time flew by, Sahara entertained herself through her past

life. She watched movies, that she still remembered, in her head and

tried to even remember manga and books that she had previously read. It

didn’t matter if she didn’t remember a title or all the details, but it

was still something to entertain her days away. Again, Sahara couldn’t

help but praise babies upon how they deal with all this time on their

hands, yet again, she assumed it was another reason why they slept so

much…Because being awake is just so damned boring!

Sahara did what she called ‘baby exercises’, which helped her crawl a little earlier than normal, but…She kept it a secret!

She started with going to the door all by her tiny self…

I’m bushed! This might take longer than I thought!

Being bummed out, over her short escape to the door, she had a day off!

At least I haven’t been seen yet, if I can keep it a secret, all

the better! It’ll be my first secret…Wait no…It’ll be my second

secr…Nope…My first secret is that I transmigrated. Second, second is

that my father is stupid and that his superstitions are a load of

bullshit, so this must be my third secret? Right?

While Sahara is able to spend some time away to figure out how many secrets she apparently has, I’ll continue…

Sahara seems to believe that she shouldn’t put all her ‘cards’ on the

table…I tend to think that she hasn’t got many cards, at least not

right now…So, what’s so important about them knowing or not knowing if

she can crawl yet?

I say ‘whatever’ to Sahara’s thinking upon keeping her ‘crawling’ a secret…

Sahara never had so much appreciation for babies…Ever!

Just in these short months, it was like the ‘baby’ was miraculous and

shouldn’t be underestimated! Seriously, they had to work so hard!

It seems Sahara was just one step away from bowing to the ‘baby god’…If there were such a thing…Hail Baby God! Hail!

The next day, it was the same, and she purposely sucked harder for her meal that night! Squeeze!

Mature audiences only please, squeezing boobies here…

Anyway…This did not impress the nanny of course! Apparently, their

boobies, that are there to feed the young ones of their species, had

been violated! Oh no! It’s the ‘Boobie Patrol’, no baby must drink from

there!

…Yeah, I get it, I’m getting carried away…Perhaps Sahara’s thoughts

are making me weird…Just being a narrator is fine but then I came here

to this weirdo and…Moving on…

Well, at least Sahara got a decent amount of ‘food’ before being

‘humphed’ at and left to her own once again! Seriously, where they

waiting for her to just kick the bucket? Is that what they were doing?

Author, how is this realistic!?

Just recently a baby has been reported to be left alone in a park

for a few hours, then there was one that died in a car, both of which

were on the news…

…Then let’s just continue…Shall we…

If Sahara had other things to do, she may have shrugged this off. But…She didn’t! She needed to be strong…Right now!

Sahara knew that she was dreaming of something that couldn’t possibly

happen so quickly but being harshly put on the small bed and then left

alone again like this, she couldn’t help but have the urge to survive as

best as she could!

Mumbling her sorrows away, and exhausted through her ‘baby exercises’

and crawling, Sahara fell asleep, she already decided to have tomorrow

off, so she took the next day as her ‘Sunday’. Sleep in and veg out day!

Well, that’s just too damned crazy! A baby taking a day off! Nuts!

***

After a week, Sahara finally went through the door!

Then in another week, she crawled all around her small, little ‘house’!

To anyone else, this would seem to be a small accomplishment, but to her, it was huge!

Sahara was so happy that it didn’t matter that she had been ignored that night, yet again…

The next day, after she was left alone, Sahara wondered out a little

further and was able to see the one living beside her, from about twenty

meters away. This child was a sickly male, that was bigger than her.

She assumed that he was closer to one and a half or two years old.

Seeing him cry, Sahara wanted to go take a closer look, but knew that

she wouldn’t be able to return to her own ‘house’ if she did. Instead,

she sat and watched, listening to his cries. The mother seemed to be

there and trying to coax the boy to drink more, but this child just

wasn’t able to latch on probably to the nanny.

He might need a modern-day baby’s bottle or something, mmm?

Thinking about somebody else’s problem, gave her something to do and Sahara even felt better about her own situation.

She didn’t feel the jealousy, from knowing that his mother cared more

for that child then her own ‘mother’ did for her, instead, she was

curious.

Actually, Sahara already knew that her curiosity was a flaw of hers, but what can she do when it’s a part of who she was?

As Sahara crawled back to go inside, still not letting on to anyone

that she can crawl yet, she contemplated her neighbors problem. Her

instincts absolutely insisted that the child would be better with a

bottle…

Yeah…Where am I ganna get one of those?

Sahara pictured her baby self crawling through a shopping mall,

trying to obtain a milk bottle and let out a small laugh to the climbing

that she ‘might have to do’. Of course, she knew it wouldn’t be done, a

baby wouldn’t have that much energy! Plus, some adult would probably

pick her up and stop her from getting to the baby bottle first. She

could see herself doing it, picking a baby up that is, so if a baby went

into a shopping mall and obtained a baby’s bottle…That baby needs to be

like a hero or something hey.

Why am I talking…Right, Sahara started it again…

Let’s go back to the present shall we!

Although, she wasn’t the newborn that she used to be! Sahara was

holding her head up high, already crawling so…She would have to be a

couple of months old by this time.

But, what did age have to do with her right now though? Sahara was

somewhat put back to reality upon remembering why she thought of her age

in the first place.

A baby’s bottle. One with either that of squirted milk from a Mumma

or made-up milk. She remembered someone, vaguely, from her previous

life, that had a kid and had to use a bottle because the kid didn’t

latch onto her nipples…And for some reason, like quite a number of other

times, Sahara just felt like that was the answer to the problem that

her neighbor was having…

Normally, Sahara followed her instincts like a religion, they seemed

too always be right! The problem was, if Sahara hadn’t followed them,

something bad would always happen! At first, this happened a lot when

she was young in her past life. She had bad luck often and found herself

depressed, being misunderstood, homeless…

Sighing, Sahara struggled to find a way to help the boy, by following

her instincts, but came up with nothing! How could it be possible for

her, a baby, to accomplish such a feat? Even if she knew how to fly,

would she be able to find a bottle anywhere? When were bottles invented

anyway?

Great! Now something bad is ganna happen!

…Just as Sahara had given up and saw her doomed future, she saw someone rush into the house, to stop just in front of her.

Her first thoughts…

Doom has come! So quick!