I've been so sickly ever since birth, I never knew why; the doctors, my parents, they never told me the reason. And one day, a doctor came to make a grim announcement.

"Three weeks, you only have three weeks left." The doctor claimed and at this point, this never surprises me anymore, I knew that one day I'll leave from this bed, either dead or alive.

Now, I am no longer in limbo and instead free from this cursed life.

Perhaps this wouldn't be so cursed if my family had came and comforted me, visited me, supported me in all these years being cooped up in the hospital. But none came, only to pay and left. This time, they will really leave me...

My eyes start to burn, my throat felt like choking.

"But I'm the one who will leave first..."

Three weeks passed, my views grew dim and the last thing I saw was the door opening. I wish I could still hear the shouts but I've lost my hearing just three days ago, such a shame, I wonder if they were my parents.

I never knew their faces. Who do I look like? Who gave me my eyes? My face? My nose? I will never know.

When my view turn black, everything around me was warm. Then, I felt a sensation on my hands, my arms, my whole body, it's like I was being hugged by tiny little arms and the warmth I felt had a warm breeze to it. How... puzzling... I opened my eyes to see a field of lowers, the sun gazing down upon me and the shade of the tree protecting from the heat.

Where am I? To cut short my thoughts, I heard a loud roar above me and saw dragons, people riding on brooms and flying.

In prior to my first coming of this world, I had challenged through the first three years and has led me a rather peaceful life now.