I Was Born As The Kings Daughter Chapter 2 (1/2)

About three days had passed since I had last heard that voice The days passed as I laid in so which I supposed was a cradle Despite all my efforts to speak, all I couldUnfortunately this caused people aroundif I needed a doctor So to satisfy them, I made sure to cry every now and thenI came to understand that I… have been reborn as a baby!

I know it sounds preposterous Most definitely, it was not a dream I had seen my mother and my older sisters I had not yet seen myself in a mirror, but I heard comments about how adorable I was They didn't speak Korean, but I was still able to sur naturally Given the craziness ofreally surprised me

I becas as the days passed Perhaps it was a blessing that I was an infant, unable toht have overwhelht have killed myself

The woman I had learned was my mother sat beside me She remarked wistfully, ”If only you had been born a boy”

Well, look here, lady — Ah, I guess I should call you Mother I airl Deal with it

Swaddled up in slean that I wasn't in any ordinary world Nothing was lacking in erator The house's interior looked like a house you'd find on Earth, which was a relief I was surrounded by objects that I had found faht back to life in the Middle Ages I had at least been spared that abject squalor From what I'd heard, it was quite common back then to squat and relieve oneself on the road And what a horror it would have been to live in a world with no TVs or computers!

Another few days passed during which I saw my father once more My brain was that of an infant's, so it processed slowly and my memory was terrible Even so, I had a clear memory of his face

Putting all else aside, he was good looking He had a short, sporty cut and a broad, well-formed forehead Framed with his full brows, his dark eyes that seemed to look down on ed froood health, and his chin was chiseled sharp enough to cut through paper He was good looking Sorry How h he was cold as he was dreamy

”If you're really sorry, try hard to birth a boy next ti now

Sorry for what? Giving birth to me? I wanted to holler at him, but I could only muster a feeble whimper

”What a racket That's the probleirls Too loud”

Look here, you asshole I know froirl, all babies cry You don't like ? I only cry when circumstances dictate I should do so The injustice!

I saw his face rarely Despite the apathy of his gaze, I had to adiven where credit was due, no matter how much it annoyed me