On the first night of mid-term examination, it was pouring outside.
I had English and Science papers the next day.
After I finshed up my revision for both subjects, I left the room only to find that the house was empty and the food on the table was still hot.
Everyone was missing and my first thought was that Mom and Dad must’ve gone out to search for little brother once again.
I went to the balcony that he loved hiding in. I found a makeshift rope from bedsheets tied together.
We lived on the third floor.
I saw small footprints on top of the air conditioner.
It was obviously his footprints.
Looking at the pouring rain, I quivered. He must be at one of the shops, I thought.
Mom and Dad weren't home. For a short while, I sat on the sofa, gasping for breath.
The door opened and I imagined it to be Mom and Dad bringing my brother home.
But only the two of them returned.
"Where is he?" I asked.
