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BY > PROUDRAWEE MANCHUSREE (PROUD - 4/330)
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Miracle
Miracle

“No!” when I insisted that I could manage myself it. The only thing that kept me going was my
It was so dark. So much dark that I couldn't and my younger sister just fine. Fed up with little sister as she was my sole support and I
even see my own hands. It was just simply too the news, I went out to the wooden patio would do anything for her. Anything.
dark as I was falling into this abysmal pool. outside where my sister was playing with her
Deeper and deeper... battered old doll. The rain season came. It never had
‘Am I dying?’ Was the only rational thought I “What do you want to play today, a nice ring to it as it was the season we lost so
could muster with this dysfunctional brain of Rani? Wanna play family? I’ll be mom and, many things. Our crops, home, pets or even
mine at this moment. But how much of that and you can be my daughter!” She was smiling lives were all gone. Each year the flash flood
was true? Everything seemed to be an illusion, innocently, showing no care for the world. got even worse and we couldn't do anything
including my own still chest. Something was I would love to see that face forever but the about it. My village was just poor farmers
missing. What was the thing that I should be reality hung too heavily for me to ignore its trying to earn money to live for another
thinking again? crushing weight. I sat there, smiling sadly at day. We were at the bottom of society so
“No!” her, asking if I could join in. why should anybody care? I had long since
This time it was another voice, accepted that cruel fact together with how
desperate as if she were being eaten inside the world actually worked.
out. I tried to register it, but failed miserably Ever since I could remember, there Today I made and collected as much
as I was slipping away from the world. The was a single person in a picture I saw in dried food as possible since flash floods were
last thing I could remember clearly before I every house, even in this poor village that we so unpredictable. I could only hope that this
lost my conscious was a face of a woman. She couldn’t afford any decorations. Our houses year our house would survive the ferocious
wasn’t just any woman but the one that had made from woods withered from generations waves of flood that was coming. As I returned
tears of joy plastered on her face when she after generations. But, there was always an to the main room, my eyes landed on an old
kept me safe and drifted off with the gushing untouched picture, standing out from old age picture frame. It started to collect dust, unlike
water. and shabbiness. A single picture that I listened what it would have looked like a few years
to with all the stories my parents could offer before when it wasn't neglected. As much as
me about him. Those were not unlike myths to I wanted to remove it, I couldn't find my body
“--next, Aldo the Knowledgeable me now that I looked back in the past, when I complying with my thoughts. Somewhere
had again visited a rural village where there was still a young hopeful boy. Even now I could inside me I couldn't throw away the thing that
were serious problems concerning flooding. still hear the praising and worshipping voices was regularly cleaned and polished, revered
He succeeded in fixing and helping the of the elders every time my gaze landed on and respected by my mother. Maybe deeper
village--” that person and thought bitterly sometimes. than that, my subconscious still believed in
“Sigo! I was listening to it! Now we don’t know If the greatness of his were true, if he were him...
how Aldo the Knowledgeable is doing…” Our really knowledgeable then where was he?
caretaker sighed dramatically at my action, Where was he on that day? Where was he
continuing to weave the garment. She was now? I had long since abandoned all the false
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