brother's retry (the beginning after the end)

rebirth and learning

It seems they finally found me.

Never really believed the whole light at the end of the tunnel bit but we all make mistakes. Seems I made a rather large one sleeping out in the open. I guess it's time to meet back up, huh what am I even gonna say.

Damn this walk, float? Doesnt matter, it's still taking forever. Wait, hold on, how do I even know I'm going to heaven. No no no please don't be hell, I don't wanna go to hell.

Suddenly in my panic a bright red attacked my eyes as everything seemed to move faster than light itself. As I tried to speak I heard a child's cry behind me.

A muffled voice spoke as I could barely make out a: "Congratulations Sir and Madam, they're healthy twin boys.

Wait, w

I guess normally, I should be thinking along the lines of "Shit, was I just born? Am I a baby now?"

No way d-does that mean the light everyone sees is coming through the female's vag...

Haha... let's not think about it anymore.

Assessing my situation in a rational manner, I noticed, first of all, that wherever this place was, I understood the language. That's always a good sign.

Next, after slowly and painfully opening my eyes, my retinas were bombarded with different colors and figures. It took a bit of time for my infant eyes to get used to the light. The doctor, or so it seemed, in front of me had a not-so-appealing face with long, greying hair on both head and chin. The strange thing was, he wasn't wearing a doctor's gown nor were we even in a hospital room.

I seemed to have been born from a frame way out in the countryside or in some kind of ritual, hopefully the former rather than the latter.

I looked around and saw the female who pushed me out of her tunnel. Calling her mother should be fair. Taking a few more seconds to see what she looked like, I'd have to admit she's a beauty, but that might have been caused by my half blurry eyes. Rather than a glamorous beauty, I would better describe her as lovely, in a very kind and gentle sense, with distinct auburn hair and brown eyes. I couldn't help but notice her long eyelashes and perky nose that made me want to just cling to her. She just permeated this motherly feeling. Is this why babies were attracted to their mothers?

I glanced around once more before locking eyes with another child with short auburn brown hair, and large bright azure eyes. He had a small round face that displayed confusion, probably reflecting my own. Now that I remember the doctor did say twins. Seems I'm a bother again, I promise I'll do better this time. I won't make the same mistake I made with grey not again.

I peeled my face away and turned right to barely make out the person who I assumed was my father by the idiotic grin and teary eyes he gazed at us with. Immediately he said, "Hi little Ash Art , I'm your daddy, can you say dada?" I glanced around to see both my mother and the house doctor (for all the certification he seemed to have), roll their eyes as my mother managed to scoff, "Honey, they were just born."

I took a closer look at my father and I can see why my lovely mother was attracted to him. Besides the few loose screws he seemed to have by expecting a newborn to articulate a two-syllable word (I'm just going to give him the benefit of the doubt and think he said that out of the joy of becoming a father), he was a very charismatic-looking man with a cleanly shaven square jaw line that complimented his features. His hair, a very ashy brown color, seemed to be kept trim, while his eyebrows were strong and fierce, extending in a sword-like fashion meeting to a V shape. Yet, his eyes held a gentle quality, whether it was from the way his eyes drooped a bit at the end or from the deep blue, almost sapphire, hue that radiated from his irises. I see where uhh Bart Gart Art that's it got his eyes.