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In less than ten minutes, the same girl appeared with
a woman in a long dress. The girl took her to the merry-go-round,
where the mother and son ran tearfully into each other’s arms. They
hugged each other and said thank you to the girl.

That picture will stay in my memory to remind me of the true
purpose of my special ability.
I turned around and walked back to the sidewalk where
I woke up. But after a few steps, my head started aching. The
condition got worse and I couldn’t manage to walk any further.
My vision became blurry and the world began to spin. That was the
last thing I could remember before my consciousness began to
fade again.
Someone was shaking my arms to wake me up from
a nightmare. When I was fully awake, all I could see was the thick
grey smoke covering the room. The flare of burning fire was trying
to leak through the door. This time, it was me who was in the real
situation, not the younger Mira. I started to gain back my
consciousness and trying to figure out where that brick had brought
me to.
“Wake up Mira! We gotta go out now!” A woman who looked
so familiar to me shouted. The brightness of the burning flame
reflected on the side of her face, so I could see her face clearly.
I was stunned. It was my mother who grabbed my wrist and we
made our way outside the room. At that moment, I realized that
I was in my house, the place that contained my childhood memories
with my mom.