The memories tell that when I was born, a gentle rain fell from the sky, blending the fragrances of linden blossom, roses, jasmine and lavender. Fragrances worthy of the day when the Mother of God was born. The memories also say that I did not cry much at birth, which made those present think that I must have had good memories of my previous life and that was why I did not cry when I came into this world once again. You had already been born, and somewhere ahead in time you were waiting for the moment when we would finally meet.
I was born in the body of a woman, and many said that this was bad luck. Bad luck that meant I would have little say in many things and in many places in the human world. You would decide everything for me. Everyone found my little female body fascinating in its innocence, and this was something they continued to repeat throughout my life. I was expected to be charming and innocent. Otherwise, your punishments were already waiting for me. I could not become your heir. My female body was not considered worthy of inheriting your wealth. Instead, I usually inherited your poverty, until someone bought me for very little money.

