Kayla drank her bottle and she would think of her grown up self but it was getting further and further away… It was almost like she lived a different life.. It was like she escaped her baby life but the baby police recaptured her least that’s what she thought.. Her childish thoughts and actions were so much thought as reaction first like a baby!
She found herself being burped and it was natural this was her life… After a minute or so sure enough..
”BURP!”
Kayla was getting mad with all this psychological mumbojumbo! She felt like she was in the principals office getting scolded…
This was worse as the woman was reading her mind..
Right now her mind was confused!
“Wh- what.”
Kayla was embarrassed as it almost seemed like the Dr was talking to her like she’s a little girl..
”I don’t know I- I guess diapers, bottle and probably baby food.” She nervously
Kyla wiped her brow as she was sweating embarrassed..
"Vivre ici?" I repeated the question pensively as I turned away from Milan and looked out over the valley again, considering what staying here encompassed. It wasn't a decision that I could make on a whim and to give it fair consideration I would have to experience more than a couple of days of life in the village.
"Peut-être?..." I mused with a frown and placed a hand against my smooth slight jaw and cheek, devoid of hair and less square than has been familar to me. "Oui, je pourrais peut-être vivre ici, dans ce village. Ça se peut." I stated more boldly and turned my head to face Milan again, letting my hand fall away from my face. I was supprised that he seemed to be hanging on my words and having more experience of relationships than him, I knew what was implied. Did he want me to stay? I sighed. The notion made me feel awkward but I forced myself to smile weakly and to be kind. I'd spoken my last few phrases too quickly for Milan to have a hope of finding the words in the dictonary, as speaking my thoughts outloud was largely for my own benefit, not his. I was also feeling like I'd had enough of the game of 'playing at learning eachothers languages' after the deep thoughts and emotions it had unwittingly wrought. Nevertheless I picked up the dictonary again breifly to look up a single word and mixed it with a couple I already knew.
"Ty. Rodina. Láskavý. D'akujem." I stated, expressing my gratude and closed the dictonary with a snap that signalled finality.
No more words, or at least not ones we would translate and understand between us, we just sat a moment quietly and looked out at the scenery. Perhaps Milan stole and glance at me and watched strands of fine blond hair blow across my face until at last I'd had enough and stood up from the log. The wordless implication was that I was ready to walk back home now unless Milan had something particular he wanted to show me first? On the walk home I wondered about starting life afresh as a teenager again and if I would be expected to go to school? or would I be allowed to find a job? and if I could expect to have to deal with having a period?