During my early years of this second life, I was like a curious sponge, soaking up everything around me. As I transitioned from baby steps to those adorable toddler wobbles, I'd tumble and let out playful giggles. I had to keep it age-appropriate, you see. Can't go around acting too grown-up, or the adults might suspect something's amiss. The witches, in particular, could react in various ways – either negatively or with indifference, depending on their perception.
It took me a couple of days to regain my eyesight fully. Those moments of nearly being blind certainly made me appreciate having perfect vision. It got me thinking – maybe I could come up with a cure for nearsightedness, especially for those folks who wear glasses. I'd make a fortune with that idea, though it might render eyeglasses useless. But not everyone's quick to embrace change, right? Tch... gotta deal with those skeptics!
Talking was tough at first. I'd babble and gurgle, trying to make sense, but I was just a babbling baby. My family would smile and say encouraging things as I attempted to communicate my needs. I really did my best, but, well, baby tongues have a mind of their own. Stupid baby limitations!
Every little thing I did was a cause for celebration in my dad's book. Whether I was moving my feet, wiggling my arms, or turning my head, he'd cheer me on like it was a major victory. Trying to sit up, playing with my toys, or even attempting to crawl, he'd throw a little party each time. But when it came to taking my first steps, he went all out. Jumping for joy and recording the whole thing like it was some blockbuster movie. Dads, right? Is my daddy the only one like this, or is it a universal dad thing? Anyway, I can't complain. It's pretty awesome to be showered with so much love and attention by my new dad.
Among the trio in my family, I share a special bond with my daddy and grams. They're by my side every waking moment, constantly engaging with me. Daddy Rudy has a thing for educational books. He believes it's never too early to start learning, and he's convinced that even as a baby, I'm too smart for kiddie literature. Truth be told, I don't mind. I'd rather read grown-up stuff and I've learned a lot from it.
Grams, Sheila, on the other hand, offers a different kind of wonder. She sits me on her lap, showing me mysterious symbols and artifacts, spinning tales about their significance as if they were bedtime stories. She educates me about magical things, treating them as mere stories, and I'm truly grateful for that. It seems like the canon Bonnie was exposed to magic at a young age but didn't bother to remember.
My mother, Abby, on the other hand, doesn't seem overly enthusiastic about motherhood. While I know she loves me, she keeps her distance, as if trying to protect me from something by not getting too close. I can't help but wonder about her intentions, especially because of my peculiar mind-reading ability. It leaves me feeling slightly resentful. Why not spend more time with your kid if you think you might have to send her away? The Abby from the canon and the one in my present seem to share the same approach, and I hope being an idiot isn't a family trait.
So, you know, mind-reading is apparently one of the perks of my powers. I stumbled upon this ability around eight months after I was born. I had tried accessing my magic earlier, but it was like trying to squeeze water from a rock – nothing doing. So, I had been working on mastering my motor skills and trying to move my little body the way I wanted, ya know, typical baby stuff.
But one day, I was just so dang frustrated. Hungry as a horse and no one was in my room. I didn't want to scream or cry, so I decided to have a little mind tantrum, imagining my dad in some kind of no-escape situation and giving him a piece of my baby mind like, "I'm starving, and why didn't you feed me on time?" Suddenly, like magic, the door swings open, and there's my dad, looking all panic-stricken. I'm still mad at him, so in my frustration, I made one of my stuffed animals go airborne and nearly smack him in the face. Well, that got him hollering for my mom and grams in a mix of confusion and hysteria. Fun times, right?
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