In scene1: like in a flash back, saw my dad's church(in reality, i only attend d church on very rare occasion).
In the church, i saw Mr.B children, I cant guess their exact number(Mr.B was a popular church-group member with my dad) playing, running about d church. in short d children made d church lively and everyone like them.
Scene2: Saw myself, my big sista, and my big brother in a room-like graveyard. in the next room was Mr.B, my dad, and other of their group member condoling with Mr.B over d mysterious loss of his children one after d other.
Back in d room where I was wit my siblings, my sister brought out a needle and suggested, "it is with this type of needle that d arrow of untimely death had been fired into d family of Mr.B!"
My brother replied her, "that is just an ordinary needle. the type that is used always come wit a palm-lenght black thread."
suddenly, the black thread was between his palms together with d needle protruding from his fingertips(like when u clamps your hands to pray) and the three of us were seated in a triangular form with our legs crossed(like in an India cult)!
I remember thinking out loud, "this is too diabolic - afterall sickle-cell could also explain such mysterious death.
Finally we were all leaving it was still like d rooms were in a graveyard. outside my brother told my dad he want to pick something from his car. I was surprised because he was only wearing a boxer!
In the church, i saw Mr.B children, I cant guess their exact number(Mr.B was a popular church-group member with my dad) playing, running about d church. in short d children made d church lively and everyone like them.
Scene2: Saw myself, my big sista, and my big brother in a room-like graveyard. in the next room was Mr.B, my dad, and other of their group member condoling with Mr.B over d mysterious loss of his children one after d other.
Back in d room where I was wit my siblings, my sister brought out a needle and suggested, "it is with this type of needle that d arrow of untimely death had been fired into d family of Mr.B!"
My brother replied her, "that is just an ordinary needle. the type that is used always come wit a palm-lenght black thread."
suddenly, the black thread was between his palms together with d needle protruding from his fingertips(like when u clamps your hands to pray) and the three of us were seated in a triangular form with our legs crossed(like in an India cult)!
I remember thinking out loud, "this is too diabolic - afterall sickle-cell could also explain such mysterious death.
Finally we were all leaving it was still like d rooms were in a graveyard. outside my brother told my dad he want to pick something from his car. I was surprised because he was only wearing a boxer!
