There was no nipple, but milk still came out.

But ... how?

My dear friend, I’ll leave that to your imagination.

Bob’s new name was still Bob.

Prtrtrtrgurtrufnasutututut! Tut tut tuuuuutt! Bob pooped and farted at the same time.

He also cried, a lot. His eyes produced rivers of tears and his scream terrified people like a banshee’s.

There could be only one reason: Bob was in so much distress.

Just imagine, you suddenly died and reincarnated as a baby with your memories intact. How would you feel about your new body?

Weak?

Helpless?

Or frustrating?

To Bob, it was like a torture that worse than hell. He couldn’t move as he wanted, as his limbs were so small and weak. His butt was always itching like being stung by millions mosquitoes but he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t even lift his head up or turn to look around...

And worse... he couldn’t speak or complain this to anyone, because … hmmm, actually, could babies speak right away if they have the memories of their past lives?

Well, Bob didn’t know the language of the new world, so that doesn’t matter.

“Help!” Bob cried.

But Mommy and Daddy didn’t understand.

“Help me! My back is burning!” Bob had been lying on the bed for many hours now.

But Mommy gave Bob an emotionless stare.

Was she truly have no emotion? Or was it just because her face looked so artificial?

Mom sighed.

“My dear, I wish I can understand what you’re trying to say…”

But what she just said, Bob couldn’t understand.

“Mom… pick me up please...” Bob raised both his hand up towards his mom.

“Oh, are you reaching for something?” Mom turned around and looked the other way.

“No, don’t look away…”

“There’s nothing there…,” said Mom.

“Alicia, I think he is examining his own hands,” said Dad.

…

And just like that, the misunderstanding went on and on, while neither party could break the language barrier.