Since my birth, I experienced the warmth of a loving and kind family around me. Although at first, this familial affection was unfamiliar and, in some way, uncomfortable to me, over time I felt at ease in this loving environment that my parents provided.
My early months of life were filled with curiosity and exploration. I wanted to understand the world around me and test my own abilities.
I tried to talk and walk at an early age, wondering if a baby, with the right encouragement, could perform these actions. However, I quickly discovered that my efforts were in vain. My attempts to talk turned into tears, and when I tried to stand up, I faced a lack of the necessary strength.
Seeing my desires to explore, my parents, understanding, placed me in a safe crib. Although I sometimes longed for the freedom to move beyond the confines of my small space, I understood that I would have to wait a year or two before I could venture beyond the bars.
As the days passed, my curiosity grew. I watched my family attentively as we shared moments in the high chair during lunch. During meals, I seized the opportunity to observe my father reading the newspaper.
I knew I had the natural ability to read, but perhaps at this early age, the words seemed blurry to me or something like that. However, soon after watching my father, I realized that I knew how to read without the need to wait for some time.
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|Time skip 2 years|
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During this time, my life continued to enrich as I grew and learned alongside my parents.
Despite my young age, I had mastered reading, writing, and yes, also the art of talking and walking.
My parents were astonished to see my skills, as most children began to acquire these abilities at a more advanced age, typically around 5 or 6 years, when they started school and began learning the alphabet and other basic skills.
The disbelief of my parents regarding my achievements led them to consider me a prodigy in their eyes. They wondered about my future and if I wished to continue learning.
If I had to choose an option, it would be not to read anything about basic knowledge topics since I already knew absolutely everything. Between my past life and the intelligence and knowledge of Ayanokouji. But unfortunately, I had to act like a real child.
Although this might bore me from time to time, I would ask my parents over time to buy me books on different genres. Even though I had read hundreds of them, it was better to spend time with them than read a book about mathematics, right?
I also thought that a subject I would have to approach at some point would be programming and security systems. This was a completely unknown topic to me in my previous life and also for Ayanokouji. But I would have to wait since it's not something a 3-year-old should read in the slightest, really.
In my previous life, despite obligations, I had developed a fondness for studying and somehow found fun in the scarce free moments I had. My interests did not fully align with typical children's games, but leaned towards intellectual challenges and constant learning.
Moreover, during these past two years, I realized that Athena had reincarnated me into a famous and wealthy family. I wasn't sure if it was on purpose, but I didn't like the idea of belonging to a prestigious family.
I knew this could be a burden for me in the future, but I understood that I wouldn't always get everything I wanted. I was grateful for the wishes the goddess had granted me and was determined to use my abilities to overcome any challenge that might come my way. My gratitude towards Athena mixed with the determination to face my destiny with courage and wisdom.
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