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I turned around at the direction of the noise. From here,
I could see a little girl smiling and pointing at her small sandcastle
decorating with tiny stones and an orange shell. She was wearing
a pink dress and had a black ponytail. But the thing that captured
my attention was the color of her eyes. Her left eye was the same
color as her hair, but the right one was a light aquamarine color –
the same color as mine. Could it be possible that this girl was…?

“Mira, where have you been? Mama told you to wait there,
isn’t she?” A woman with the same hair color rushed toward the
little girl.

“Sorry Mama, I had to find a dry place to build my
sandcastle. Do you like my sandcastle?”
At that moment, I already knew that it was my mother and
me. My heart was pounding, and the tears slowly running down my
cheeks since it was the first time in many years that I had seen her.
I was standing there watching the conversation and giggling with
joy. Some memories started to return to my head. This place might
be the beach on the eastern coast of the village as I seemed to
recognize some familiar features.
From far away, I saw a group of grey clouds forming above
the ocean surface. And I knew that a heavy storm was about to
come in less than an hour. When I looked at the beach where they
were sitting earlier, they had already gone. Leaving a tiny
sandcastle sitting alone under a gloomy sky. I began to feel the
heaviness in my eyelids again before the whole world went dark
again.