The Words Beneath the Water
Three years ago, I had a nightmare. It has come back to find me once more.
Around what looked like a long-abandoned orphanage, strawberry bushes had grown wild and unruly. My mother, father, and I each held a basket, picking strawberries in silence. As I reached into the thicket, I caught sight of two small white hamsters nestled among the leaves. Gently, I placed them in my basket.
