I’m an angel baby with a grownup brain.
After passing through the bardos, I chose to become an angel. I shouldn’t be able to recall this fact.
I’m sick of pretending to be a baby, but I can’t let anyone know that I remember what I was supposed to forget. In a few months, I’ll go to Putti preschool where I’ll have to pretend to be a toddler.
Yeah, I’m screwed.