Raha Rejali (12) | STAFF REPORTER
I clutch onto my mother who held me close to her body on the raft. My breath comes out as a cloud of white that triggers a small giggle in me, despite the fact that the water has frozen me so. I look at the others here along with us, seeing the look of desperation in their eyes.
I notice another wave coming and cling to my mother tightly, though I can no longer feel my fingers as the water surges against us. I keep my eyes shut tightly, shaking in fear. “Mommy, it’s cold.”
She doesn’t reply, but her body continues to keep mine warm. Just then, I feel the tip of my nose grow warm, so I reluctantly open my eyes. They grow wide with amazement as the honey-colored sun reflects at me, brightening the once cloudy and dim sky with hues I never knew existed.
“Mommy, it’s gorgeous.” I reach my hand out, trying to catch the light. She stays silent. I smile as I see another big wave coming. Mommy stopped breathing a while ago, but in an effort that is beyond death, she continues to keep me warm.
“Let’s go see the sun together again tomorrow, okay?” I whisper.
I close my eyes and ignore the cries as the wave hits us and washes us away.
