Student Voices Newspaper

One late evening after work, exhausted, I was making my way home. There was a joyful holiday spirit in the air, but a thirty-five-year-old single office worker like me wasn't up to it. On my way to my apartment, I noticed a small bookshop whose window was glowing warmly, and I couldn't help remembering how my siblings and I used to wake up every first of January, laughing and shouting as we ran towards the presents under the New Year tree. Back then we were so close, but now we barely speak at all.

Lost in thoughts, I unconsciously turned toward the bookshop, but never reached it. There was a sudden flash of lights, screech of brakes, and then terrifying silence. Staring at the night sky above me, I closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, snow was falling outside. I was lying in the small bed my brother and I once shared. That was when I realized I was back in my childhood.