Hana was slipping in and out of consciousness, her feverish state causing her to become delirious.
In her delirium, she found herself transported back to a time when she was still a little girl, surrounded by her family. They lived in a lush, swampy area, where nature's embrace was both wild and gentle, and the air was thick with the scents of wet earth and blooming flowers.
In here, Hana could see her parents, strong and kind, tending to their home with love and care. Her mother, with her warm smile and gentle hands, was weaving a basket from reeds, humming a familiar lullaby that always made Hana feel safe.
Her father, tall and sturdy, was busy repairing their wooden home, his laughter echoing through the trees as he joked with Hana's brothers and sister.
