More than sisters, they treated me like loving mothers. Without realizing it, I subconsciously began thinking of them as my second mamas.
Even though I wanted to express all my affection, the only way I could do so was through little baby tantrums. Those, at least, made them laugh and smile. It wasn't much, but it meant the world to them.
As time went by, more than a year after my birth, I was finally allowed onto the ground—though under strict supervision. By my fourteenth month, I had graduated from babbling to actual words.
It was also on my birthday that I discovered birthdays were celebrated in this world as well.
Their method was primitive, using the changing of seasons to calculate months and years. That day, I allowed myself to use simple phrases and began asking basic questions to build my vocabulary, even though I already knew every language thanks to the system.
