Chapter 2

Time is irrelevant to where I am now.

The sun does not go to sleep, nor does the moon appears.

Weirdly, I am not thirsty, for as I can remember, I have been here for more than several hours. I know people will find me odd for being too aware of myself. Well, they say that I am my own worst critic. I am still looking at the pond, with my life as the subject.

I am playing with Alexei, my younger brother. We are playing hide and seek in the kitchen while my grandfather sips his cup of coffee. He says, "Sydney, when you grow up, you will become an attorney, okay?" I agreed. I had a perfect memory when I was a child. History and Literature are my favorite subjects.

Alexei grabs his paintbrush using his left hand; our house helper switches it and places it in his right hand. It makes sense now why Alexei has terrible hand writing; he was a leftie but was trained to be right-handed. Alexei is two years younger than me. He likes to play origami while I do not. We were inseparable while growing up.

The sun became hotter, and so did the wind. It brushes my skin, and I find myself overdressed for this season.

Ironically, the following chapters of my life are the most dramatic. It is like having a hot cup of coffee on a humid day.

Note: I promise to write more for the next chapters. :)

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