Date: 12/10/2017
By jameslecong
I was part of some kind of festival on an island. Then dad took me on a bus (No.8) crossing the sea towards the shore. Before we went, we were told about some kind of condition of my mom and my cousin, that one will survive and one will not. We rode across the beach which has plenty of trash of all kinds, got to the mainland and crossed some flooded region. We then fetched something and returned. The method of returning was probably different, but then we arrived at a kinda tilted house (like in Up or some kind of animation) and headed inside. Some of our relatives were sitting there, treating each others' wounds (?) We came and a terrible look appeared on their faces. My cousin was lying in a corner, and I immediately knew what was going on. I felt so heavy and cried, and rushed outside...