It's been 3 hours. At least that's what I've been able to tell so far.
During this period of time, I finally managed to find the solution to my strange situation.
I became a baby. A newborn to be more exact. That was the conclusion I came to after the first hour.
My vision, although blurred and not very functional for now, still helped me to notice some important details, such as the fact of the great difference in size between me, the people and the objects around me.
This happens due to the fact that I am smaller than practically everything around me, which makes me see gives the impression that everything is giant when in fact it is just the normal size. Almost in the same way that an insect sees a person.
Another thing that helped me understand this were my senses. A newborn is like an incomplete being, so it's normal for things like hearing and vision to be limited.
Although my hearing is much better than it should be, because I am able to hear and understand things around me, something that no newborn should be able to do.
Along with that, I also became extremely sensitive. A simple touch on my cause an extremely uncomfortable feeling in me. Not necessarily pain, but also something not very pleasant to feel.
The conclusions I had in the first hour were confirmed by what happened in the second hour.
Breastfeeding time.
I started to get hungry and, involuntarily, I started to release small serums like a hungry baby would.
I must admit, it wasn't one of my best moments. An immense hunger, a need for nutrients that I have never felt before, probably due to the fact that I am a baby now.
My mother saw this and after putting me on her lap and taking off the top of her hospital clothes, this shameful process began.
Once again, it wasn't one of my best moments, but what could I do? I was hungry and he was offering me the nutrients my developing body needed, so I just gave in to the natural impulses.
It was a little long, with me drinking what I needed while my mother kindly accommodated me. When I finished, the hunger was already gone and my mother left me on her lap for some more time.
The third hour was all about unanswered questions.
Where am I?
How did I end up becoming a baby again?
Why didn't I die?
Why did I die?
Questions that I had no answer to now, and probably never would, but I needed to ask myself to try to understand what was happening.
I had been shot in the chest. I don't know how or why, but that happened.
I remember being on the floor agonizing with pain, bleeding, feeling my body getting heavier and seeing everything around me getting darker.
The next moment, I had just been born and was in a totally unknown place, surrounded by strange people and with a new mother by my side.
There is no logical explanation for what is happening.
All I had left was to accept that I'm in a new place, with a new life and a new name, without being able to understand what happened for me to end up in this situation.
Now my name is Adrian. Adrian Luciano Anderson I must say, it's a pretty beautiful name.
My new mother, Amanda Anderson, was holding me gently while I was still on her lap, with a tired smile and a strange sparkle in her eyes.
I don't know why, but I feel strangely attracted to her. As if I heard a kind of connection between me and her that only I could feel. Maybe it's this strange connection that children have with their mothers when they are little.
Due to my limited vision, it is still difficult to say how clearly it looks, but I was still able to see some of its characteristics. Like her long brown hair, her slightly tanned skin and her light brown eyes.
This woman, who I didn't even know existed a few hours ago, just brought me into the world and became my new mother in this life. I feel like I owe her something.
Before I could think more about it, the door to the hospital room where we were opened hard, and I could see through my limited field of vision a figure entering and approaching us.
He was a man. An adult man with about 30 years of light skin and blond hair. But what caught my attention the most was his height, because he is tall.
Very high. If I had to guess, I would say he is around 1.90 tall. In addition, he had something large brown in his hand, which by the format, I assumed was a folder of documents.
He stopped right next to the bed where we were and fixed his gaze on us, more specifically on me.
Something in his eyes didn't please me very much. The way he was looking at me and my mother was... it was just like the way my father looked at people who said he was lucky that his business had worked out.
A cold and contained disappointment.
But my mother didn't notice. His eyes shone even more when he looked at him.
"David! " She said almost screaming, just not jumping for joy to hug him because she was still too weak for that " Who managed to come with! I was worried that I wouldn't be able to come here! " She said with her voice overflowing with joy and relief.
The man didn't move. Instead, he kept looking at me while squeezing the folder in his hands harder.
Something tells me that this won't end well.
My mother finally noticed his gaze fixed on me and lifted me up a little in his direction.
"Do you want to hold your newborn son? " She asked, although it didn't seem like a question because of the way she spoke full of joy.
Son? So this man is my father? This only raises more questions about why he looks at me like that.
For the first time since he entered, his gaze finally moved from me to her and she could see, that look that said that something bad was going to happen.
At that moment, my mother's hands tremble slightly and small drops of sweat formed on her forehead.
"When were you going to tell me? " David asked in a calm voice. That voice of his, deep and authoritative, along with the calm tone he used, already understood me that a storm was approaching.
" T-Tell what? " Asked my mother stuttering, her hands starting to tremble more now that she pulled me back to her.
"That this child is not mine" He replied in a low voice, but loud enough that mine could hear.
...
Ohh, it's explained. A simple case of adultery. At least it's good to know that his problem is not directly with me.
Now, I don't know if I feel sorry for him for what he found out about his wife or if I feel sorry for myself for the drama that is about to happen.
As expected, my mother's face turned pale at the time and she began to squeeze me harder, causing discomfort in my small body.
"David, I-I can explain! "
"So explain " He said with a mixture of sarcasm and disgust " Explain how you've been cheating on me with my brother for 2 years, how you've been using my money to pay for your dates with him, how you've been lying to your own husband for 2 years. I want to see you explain this "
My mother tried to open her mouth to speak, but the words never came out. Tears began to form in his eyes.
"David, I'm sorry. I had a relapse, I know I made a mistake, but please forgive me! ... " My mother said with tears in her eyes.
"Relapse!? " Said David raising his voice for the first time " Amanda, we've been married for 8 years! We 4 children together, we had a life together! And now I find out that you've been having sex with my brother, using my money to pay for him and even had a child with him, and you call it a relapse!? " He shouted.
David then sighed before putting the paste he was carrying on the table next to us, making the pot of plants and the glass of water in them tremble.
"What's in the folder? " My mother asked in a low voice.
"Everything. The screenshots of the messages you two exchanged, the photos you sent him, the bank statements of every time you went on a date with him, and the divorce papers " He said turning around and going towards the door " I'll see you in court Amanda "
Then, he looked at me one last time and left the room, closing the door tightly.
My mother just stood there, crying, while she saw what was in the folder and started crying more.
And me? I'm just watching this whole disaster.
It's not the best way to start my new life, but it could also be worse.