Bright lights and the smell of magnolia filled the room. Delya slowly opens her eyes. She finds herself curled up in a woman’s arm. A tall man stood beside them.

A gentle voice whispered in her ear "My lovely Delya, welcome to the world.".

Delya stares right into a young woman's dark blue eyes. How can anyone have such beautiful and soulful eyes. A genuine smile and soothing voice put Delya back to sleep.

"That's right, I died..." Delya thought.

She felt lucky, another peaceful life waiting for her.

"Let her sleep a little more" a deep voice whispered.

"He must be my father" Delya thought.

A few days passed and they are finally home. It smells cozy, if cozy can be put into a candle.

"Ubaa" Delya babbled.

No words can form out of her mouth. Frustrated, she let out a cry. As Finn and Narie tried to sooth Delya, she kept weeping nonstop.

Delya wish for time to quickly pass so she can speak properly. The thought of going through everything again drives her insane.

“Puu” Delya mumbled. Nothing is ever easy in life. Once again she felt like god is punishing her for her wrongdoings in her past life.

“This isn't what I wanted..." her brows furrowed.

On that sunny day, Narie took the remote from the coffee table and turned it on. Shocked from what they saw, Narie dropped the remote.

"The ambulance is currently on the way here..." said a female news reporter.

Delya looks up at Narie, who was holding her in her arms. Narie's jaw dropped and her left hand creeped up to cover her mouth.

Apparently there was a bomb at a mall nearby. Tears fell down Narie's eyes as her husband held, and comforted her.

Delya thought to herself "did she know someone who was there? Why are crying? Isn't that just how life works?".

As harsh as it may sound, she couldn't feel an ounce of sympathy. She lived, loved, and lost. Her heart couldn’t express emotions anymore.

What Delya didn't know was that there was a corpse shown on the news, covered in a white sheet.

“Those shoes...that watch, it's him" Narie’s brokendown voice exclaimed.

Delya's eyes widened. She was right, it was a man Narie was aquainted with. Although it has been a few day, Delya have not heard them mention any of their friends. Even while friends and family visited the hospital, Delya was always asleep. Finn immediately grabs his phone and calls someone.

“No one is picking up the phone!" he yelled in frustration.

While worrying and waiting for an hour, a phone call finally came. Without a second thought, Finn picks up the phone immediately.

"Hello?! Where are you guys? Is he alright?" Finn asked, as he paces himself back and forth.

When he finally stopped pacing, tears fell down his face. his legs gave out and he dropped to the floor, bawling his eyes out.

"Honey? What happened?" Narie asked.

She placed Delya back into her crib right next to her and ran over to Aslen. Delya watched the two cry into each other's arms.

Many days have passed. It is now the day of the funeral. Narie and Finn had lost someone, a close friend. Who knew that as soon as rebirth happens, death meets with someone else. The cycle really is balanced.

“God must be watching us as our lives flicker on and off” Delya thought.

Crying and sobbing can be heard throughout the halls. Apparently Narie and Finn’s friend, Aslen is a firefighter. It was his day off so he spent it with his family at the mall.

“I heard the boy’s seen it all, poor thing...” someone whispered.

Delya looks over at the two grannies silently chatting at one corner of the room. At the other corner, you can see a small fragile toddler snuggling into his mother’s arm. Both shedding tears, with one of them too young to understand the situation.

Narie walks over to the weeping lady.

“Oh Sylvia... I’m so sorry” Narie said in a trembling voice.

She stopped there knowing there is no words that can comfort a grieving widow. Finn walks over after greeting the guests.

“Why don’t you go get something to eat, you guys must be starving...” Finn persuaded the mothers.

At the table, simple food were placed. It was some of Aslen’s favorite dishes. No one said a word while trying to force themselves to take a bite.

Delya looks into the little boy’s innocence eyes. “He’s in a better place, and if it’s meant to be, you’ll meet again someday.” is what she wanted to tell him.

A couple weeks have passed. The little boy and his mother spent the time grieving for their lost loved one.

One Saturday afternoon, Delya wakes up from her nap. She found herself in an unfamiliar living room.

“We’ll help you however we can” said Narie.

Delya realizes that she was in the little boy’s home.

“How is he doing?” She wondered.

Delya search the room with her eyes. She found the child sitting by the window, playing with his favorite toy, a fire truck. She immediately knew that the boy was able to comprehend the situation about his father, because there was no excitement on his face. (.—.)<-

“Pyah”

The little boy glance over at the baby lying down on the playmat. He didn’t say anything except look straight into her eyes.

“Do you have to stare so intensely?” Delya thought to herself.

Children tend to get along well, but for them it was as they couldn’t be bothered with each other’s existence.

“Kiziel, her name is Delya. She’s your friend.” Said a gentle voice.

“...No” he blurted out.

Delya thought “excuse me kid? Fine I won’t fight with you for now!”.

The lady brought Kiziel closer to Delya. With her hand, she gently patted the baby’s head.

“See? She’s a beautiful baby isn’t she? Pat her gently.” She said.

With his little hands, he slowly patted her head.

“Gaah” a high pitch scream let out.

Kiziel’s hand were slightly pinching Delya’s cheek.

She thought to herself “this little cheeky brat! It hurts!”.

A sudden giggle filled the room. Kiziel thought it was funny the way Delya reacted that he couldn’t hold his laughter back.

“I didn’t know you could smile like that...” Delya thought. “Fine... I’ll forgive you just this once”.