"Big sis, why are you not always going home?"
"Hmm... I'm just busy with school."
"But...mom, I think she misses you a lot when you're not here. She is still not able to move on from dad's death even after two years had already passed."
***
'What a dream...'
My eyes slowly opened up as I look around, a familiar ceiling that I felt like I haven't seen for years was the first thing I saw. It was the ceiling of my room at our palace which I let an artist personally design for me. It has a painting of the vast universe, my whole ceiling.
Then my mind went back to what I have dreamt just now. A past life of mine, where I talked with my youngest sibling who was on the verge of tears and realized my foolishness. It is just a common story of a teenager who has gone through her rebellious phase.
