SIGNS

On the very dark rugged rice farm, I gasped, afraid of running away from a man who had a knife in his hand. I cried, ran… ran very fast as I am, until my trembling feet fell to the ground.

The man stood up in front of me and my sight suddenly darkened….

my soul seems to have fallen into very deep darkness…I try to open my eyes but I feel like something heavy hits my eyes… I fell asleep.

After a long sleep, I heard something digging into a wall. When I opened my eyes I could see a little light from outside my location. I fell asleep again when my eyes opened and saw only one thing, and that is the little light from the hole in the wall where I am.

After several times, I see myself floating inside a big balloon. I closed my eyes again, and when I opened them, I see an image of a woman who gave birth to me…

I grew up with a very simple life but I pretty much enjoyed my childhood. My father is a farmer and a tricycle driver at the same time. My mother is a dressmaker to help with our financial needs. I have 4 siblings and I am the youngest. I loved watching my brothers and sister playing on the street because I was not allowed to join them. My mom was overprotective, she didn't want to see me with scars. She makes me a living doll.

I remembered the time when we spent our vacation at my grandma's place. I was playing alone in our backyard, sitting on the stand of the water tank and I saw a large carved boulder that looked like the last supper floating in the sky. I was terribly shocked which caused me to be out of balance and fall to the ground. Luckily, I was not harmed.

This scene was still puzzling to me, I don't know if it was just imagination, a dream, or truth.

The storm starts to hit our family, and the laugh turns to tears and sadness…

In the middle of the night, I saw images of a man walking on our roof. That time, our room turned off the light when we slept. I saw his burning eyes peek out the window. I gently fetched up the pillow beside me to cover my eyes, I was so scared of what I had discovered. That night I longed for sunrise.

Early in the morning, I hurried up to look out the window where I saw the monster. I saw a tiny drop of blood at the window. I was shocked and I didn't tell anyone what I had witnessed. The fear that he could come back…

At the age of 7, I noticed how my father suffered from nose cancer. His good-looking face was damaged by cancer. From time to time when cancer attacked, the basin was put to him for the blood spilling from his nose.

My father died at the age of 37, and after his burial, we immediately transferred to my grandma's house. Her parents, together with his brothers, help my mom to finance our living. My mom put up a small business to support our studies.

I started to discover my 3rd eye when I was in college. All of my intuitions are coming true, even death…