"Papa, why does that child look like a tiger?" I pointed at a boy who was sitting on a swing, and he didn't move a little from there and even looked thoughtful, even though the rainwater had soaked his whole body.
My father, who was beside me holding an umbrella, said, "The boy is sad, Daylon."
"Sad? What for?"
"You know, his parents just got rumored to be an accident."
"What accident, Papa?"
"The plane they were traveling in crashed on their way back to Jakarta, due to recent bad weather."
"Then..." I stopped my words and thought.
"Ah, the worst possibility is that the child will lose his parents."
I continued saying, "We need a time machine now, to prevent that from happening, Papa."
