Mum also said the same fortune teller told her a few things about me. In my previous birth, I lived high up in the mountains and had no hair (on my head, that is). In addition, while queuing up to be born, the basket I carried with me had no flowers while other babies had beautiful flowers in theirs. She did not explain this phenomenon but I guess I must have been real ugly and that's why I escaped to the mountains to live a hermit's life! Is that why I'm an introvert in this present life? Ha! Ha! I never did quite believe that story but Mum did.
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