The continuous screaming and knocking interpret Yuki. She forced to open her eyes. The pain hit her brain making a sound from her mouth. ' Argh, my head. It really pains.' Fortunately, the pain only occurred shortly. Just then she realizes that she just touch her head with her hand. She is staring at her hand. Moving her fingers many times to make sure she was not dreaming.
Knowing this is not a dream, her tear flows from her eyes. Her legs are also fine. It's not been cut off. 'Wait, something feels different.' She started to look her surroundings. This room was her room 10 years ago. She dropped off from her bed.
Standing straight, she feels weird. Looking down, her boobs is smaller than before. 'Something is not right. I already dead. Why I here? Everything I feel before is not a dream. The bleeding, the pain, everything.'
She took a small mirror and take a look at her face. This face is the face when she was 16 years old. She just back to the past. ' I'm back to the past.' She smiles at the mirror while touching her face.
The knocking is continuously at her door. She remembered at this time she live with her adopted family. But at that time, she knows nothing about it. They don't tell her. She walks to the door and open it. The first face that she come across is her young adopted sister, Wang Hana.
" Hey, why are you still sleeping? I have been knocking your door. I'm hungry. Make the breakfast faster," demand Wang Hana.
Yuki's eyes make the cold flash. She remembered she was like a servant in this house. The family always like this. Treating her like the slave that can be ordered anytime. She thought that was normal that she help her family, but they thought differently.
Feeling shivered, Wang Hana hugging her own body. She doesn't know why feeling like this. Looking surrounding, just look up at Yuki. Yuki is smiling at her. She let go her body after feeling okay. " Quickly. I'm hungry." After finish that sentence, she leaves.
Flashing the cold smile on her lips, Yuki close the door and start to change her clothes. After done, she walks out from her room. In the living room, she sees people that she thought was a family to her.
Poem:
In Childhood
BY KIMIKO HAHN
things don't die or remain damaged
but return: stumps grow back hands,
a head reconnects to a neck,
a whole corpse rises blushing and newly elastic.
Later this vision is not True:
the grandmother remains dead
not hibernating in a wolf's belly.
Or the blue parakeet does not return
from the little grave in the fern garden
though one may wake in the morning
thinking mother's call is the bird.
Or maybe the bird is with grandmother
inside light. Or grandmother was the bird
and is now the dog
gnawing on the chair leg.
Where do the gone things go
when the child is old enough
to walk herself to school,
her playmates already
pumping so high the swing hiccups?
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