"Good morning, Mother, Father, Sasuke-nii, Itachi-nii-sama~" I greeted as I entered the kitchen.

Those four shared a look that I pretended to ignore and sat down next to Sasuke, smiling all the while.

I tried my best to wash my face before I came here so that there will be no evidence that I was crying last night but I couldn't do anything about my bloodshot eyes.

I can endure it for the rest of the day but I don't know how long do I have until something talks to me about it.

That was something I don't expect on happening.

We all ate silently. No one was willing to talk. I wasn't willing to talk.

I mean, what are we going to talk about? What happened last night? That's something I want to avoid.

I was afraid of lying-no... I was afraid of telling the truth. Another one of my habit was telling the truth when confronted. I don't know when it started, it just did.

I sighed as I ate another piece of fried eggs, sulking.

Now that I thought about it. I have a lot of habits that I have carried over from my past life.

Not only that, I don't think I have enough confidence to make friends. I don't like initiating conversations so I tend to always be alone.

I always act as if I'm nice to them when in reality, I couldn't even care less.

When the people around me found out about it, they start to leave me alone.

Which is fine because I liked being alone rather than associating with others. But it makes it boring at times, making me reach out and try to talk to them which then results with me getting ignored.

It was annoying and a huge waste of time for me.

"Rei, are you done eating?" I blinked. I was staring at my food with my spoon still hanging in the air. How stupid. I'm spacing out while eating.

That's something that is not expected for a 2 year old like me. Sitting at the table and eating with a spoon is something that is not expected of a 2 year old yet here I am.

I closed my eyes as I sighed inwardly and smiled in Mikoto's way. "Un. I'm done now."

I felt a pat on my head, making me open my eyes. It was Mikoto. "You're always doing your best." That's not true. A soft smile graced her features as if she knew what I just thought.

"Make sure you don't overdo yourself." Her hand left my head and she took my dishes, making her way to the kitchen.

I was quiet.

No one has ever patted me in the head before. It was annoying but... it somehow warmed my heart.

I unconsciously touched the place where she patted me. For the first time in awhile, it feels like all my worries are not much of a concern now.

I smiled.