On the last day of june i found myself lost in what i initially thought was my conscious mind , at the ripe age of 23, going out into the realistic and indifferently cold world from the sheltered household i was born and raised in, with strict rules a controlled life and a family filled with complications in and out.
But maybe because i had done good deeds in my previous life i had a mother who was both stubborn and kind with an overwhelming drive of dutifulness and sacrifices, a father who though cold faced and hardworking most of the time and an independant man bearing the responsibility as the sole breadwinner of our family and as a buy-1-get-1 free package a twin brother with negative traits of both parents combined and a worldview so clear you'd think he doesnt have an ounce of feelings towards another ,then there is me who got no traits from my parents but from my grandfathers and their parents.
Seriously i got the nasty temper of my grandparents and the high maintenance attitude from my grandmother and great-grandmother. On many occasions i was deemed to be their spitting images in the way i talked gawked sat or flared in anger by the old servants present in our household since the time before my father was born.
My father was born in a family with royal lineage in his blood and vast amounts of land in his family, which consisted of my grandfather, his brother( my fathers direct uncle) and my uncle there was never any family drama like seen in those cliche stories. My life was truly fulfilling in every sense but i would have never thought that this happiness was never meant to be long lived , that every one i loved and cherished would be gone or that i would be the one gone in this wonderful picture when i moved to New York .
Let me introduce myself now, i am Mia Beaumont and i am 23 or at least i was before i woke up in my former bedroom i had used since i could remember and to be specific ,since i was born. I returned to my past at the age of 11 , which honestly i don't have much vivid and clear memories of.
It took me some time to get accustomed and used to the sudden fantasy like scenario only read in novels and comics to be happening to me in fact i don't really remember how and why i got here and for what purpose and reason i was given a second chance at life .
The first time i opened my eyes i remeber seeing my parents and brother taking care of someone sick though i a brief moment realised that i was their center of attention. First time i saw them i thought
'ah.. have i died... '
after all after their death , death itself seemed like a truly merciful and terrifying law of nature with no bounds to its reach sparing nothing and treating every being impartially as an equal.