Let’s meet Rosy.
I was standing still with a blank look on my face.
Anyone would if they properly understood what happened. Suddenly, out of nowhere, memories of scenery that I"ve never seen before flowed in my mind.
I want to praise the me who didn"t scream.
My name"s Rosemary. My family calls me Rosy. I"m a two-year-old child. My baby brother was just born in June so I came to visit him.
I think saying that the memories suddenly sprang up fits the best. It happened when my little brother"s wet-nurse had just gone to refill the water jug. Just when I was peering at Oscar, who was sleeping in the crib, memories that "I was not of this world" came flooding in.
"Eee… Is this what you call recalling memories of a previous life thing. No way"
Isn"t this like the popular web novel I often read in my previous life in j.a.pan. "Reincarnating in a world different from Earth and then remembering your past life" kind of story.
Usually the setting in the novels is either getting in an accident, losing consciousness or having a continuous high fever and remembering but in my case the memories just came gushing out. I didn"t have a fever nor did I pa.s.s out. Could it be because I am only two? Maybe because I"ve yet to establish an ego, hence I could accept everything. Huh? But I can"t remember my previous life"s name. I know I was a woman though. Huh? I can"t remember anything about myself at all. I can"t recall the names or faces of the people that were my family either. Looks like the only thing I do remember is the common sense or something. With these new memories I take another look around my little brother"s room.
"Seriously!"
The reflection I caught as I gazed in the mirror and the words that I mumbled, everything was out of place. Looking at my outward appearance I couldn"t help but think that this is a different world.
There are no people with blue hair on Earth!!
I had soft wavy blue hair together with silver and gold pupils.
The hair on my peacefully sleeping brother was light brown. I"ve never seen his eyes so I don"t know their color but if I had had a hair color like my brother"s I wouldn"t have been so surprised… probably.
Also, no matter how I look, I can"t see anything but a foreign building- at the four corners of the walls made of white stone, complicated patterns and engravings were spread out; furniture decorated with gorgeous Gold and Cloisonné ware-like ornaments. Even the dress I was wearing at the moment was of the puffed up fluttering type.
I would only wear it if I was in a play!
Let"s calm down.
Naturally the people around me weren"t speaking j.a.panese. Since I was only two I wasn"t that good with the language but right now flowing through my head was undoubtedly a foreign thing like the j.a.panese language.
Just when I had had enough with this situation my brother woke up and started to whimper.
"Ah, tea, tea…"
I was surprised by the clumsy words that came out when I tried to soothe him like the wet nurse did.
"A a ……Well ……shikachiyaniyai ……"
j.a.panese is hard too.
Because of these past memories I recall being an adult, so I can"t deny that the present situation is quite frustrating. It"s to the point where I"m so short that climbing up and down the chair I am on right now is not easy at all. Even my hands, the expression "hands like maple leaves" fits perfectly.
Truly, it seems that I"ve become a person with memories of their past life.
Author message: I started the otome game novel that I wanted to write. There are a lot of shoddy places but if you want stick with me. If I notice misspellings, I"ll fix them immediately.