Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

I initially didn’t like this child.

I saw him as form of punishment, a repulsive incarnation of humanity. They cheated my brother, and left my brother with nothing but pain and his own weakness. Humanity is always trying to avoid their own responsibilities. They’re greedy beings who don’t consider consequences. This child was the result of their love which shouldn’t have been.

I initially didn’t like this child.

This child grew up inside me. I swore I’d never share any love with this child and never accept him as my son. I said to myself that I wouldn’t care if he accomplished lofty feats or died after being exiled. I said to myself that all I did was give birth to him, and would never accept him as my son.

That’s how it was supposed to go.

But when a female servant held him in her arms and gently placed him in mine, I couldn’t take my eyes off him after seeing him. I didn’t want anything to do with the child, so why did I hold him in my arms? I’d never held a child before, so why did it feel so nice and natural? I didn’t feel excited about giving birth to him so why was I teary and helplessly smiling?

How come I felt a sense of bliss I’d never felt before when I looked at his small white face and cradled his warm body in my arms as he slept? I never felt this happy when my brother cradled me. It was like we were the only two people in the world. It was as though the world was beautiful as long as I held him in my arms…

Is this… My child…?

I don’t like this child! I said to myself I wouldn’t act as a mother. I said to myself I’d only give him life, not a future… So why? Why? When he first called me “mom”, my tears rolled down like a waterfall, and all I could think about was tightly embracing him. Embracing my own child, my only son.