You’ve probably noticed I had referred to my “previous life.” Curious what that means? Well… I was reincarnated into this world, and I still remember some things from my past life.

  I was around five years old when the memories came rushing back, like a movie pying in my head. That’s when I started to realize something strange—this world felt oddly familiar, like I’d seen it before.

  It wasn’t until I turned ten that everything clicked. I remembered reading this exact scenario in a novel back in my previous life. The pces, the people, the events—it was all straight out of that story.

  I wasn’t exactly shocked, though. After all, it’s a common trope in the kinds of novels I enjoy.

  I’ve always loved stories like this, where the main characters get a second chance to change the outcomes they regret, overcoming struggles along the way. If they come from the modern world, they often end up transforming the world they now find themselves in.

  Honestly, I secretly hoped something like this might happen to me. And then, it did. Here I am.

  Fitting in hasn’t been difficult, and for that, I’m truly grateful. Reincarnating as a child—rather than taking over someone else’s life midstream, like in some of those fantasy stories—was a blessing in disguise. The only real adjustment I’ve struggled with is the absence of modern comforts. No smartphones, no internet, no streaming dramas to fall asleep to. But beyond that? Life here has been surprisingly kind.

  I have a warm, loving family now—one that embraces me fully and without condition. The affection they show isn’t something I ever had before, and the sincerity I feel from them is something I still struggle to put into words. I’ve made friends too—the kind I can trust, the kind who make me feel seen. And yes… I’ll admit it. Being born into nobility, with wealth and prestige already at my feet? That certainly helps.

  In my old life, I had none of this. No family to fall back on. No real friendships. Definitely no riches. Sometimes I wonder if I even deserve this second chance… but whoever—or whatever—gave me this life, I can only thank them.

  Even if this world loosely mirrors the novel I once read, it doesn’t matter anymore. This time, I’m living for myself. And I pn to cherish every single moment this life has to offer.

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