It’s bright today.
How lovely.
Mom urges me to go take an early bath.
Today is a glorious day.
Dad comes pestering my lil’ brother.
It’s funny to see him struggling with the ‘songket’.
Hustle-bustle, hustle-bustle, hustle-bustle...
Long, callused fingers drape my hair ever so gently.
Pat... pat... pat... pat…
The scene with the mother-daughter looks serene.
Juggling to sit in the car is always exciting.
Humph! I’m sitting right behind Dad today, brat.
...but Dad, what is the blinding light before us?
Is the firework festival not done yet?
It hurts!
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why are you not answering Dad?
Ah… it is the vision again. I blink.
I think it is time for the white figures to come again.
They are warm but it’s not Mom.
Hum? Oh…
Looks like the glorious day today will be grim.
The sky… it is dark.
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