Just as Marian kept urging us to board the ship, I heard my dad's stern voice. "The weather is not good. We're not going today."
His behavior was strange, as if he had foreseen something terrifying. In fact, I had anonymously texted him early this morning, warning him about what would happen today.
I warned him not to board the ship, but he probably thought it was a prank even though everything I predicted in the message had come true.
He didn't take the anonymous text seriously.
Just now, a passing child kicked a small yellow duck onto him. It was a detailed incident included in the anonymous text.
Surely, my dad was frightened to the core, but Marian was spoiled.
She always got what she wanted with a snap of her fingers. She cried and threw a tantrum, insisting on boarding the ship. But this time, my dad pushed her away firmly.
"No one is going today, including you!" he said sternly.
I heard the ferry departing, but my vision blurred. I heard Marian wailing and even threatening to die.
When the maritime disaster occurred, I saw my dad slap Marian and angrily rebuke her.
"You nearly got us all killed!"
The slap was loud, heard even from a distance. I wished they all would perish in this maritime disaster, to feel the pain of my past life.
But I couldn't. Rebirth came with a price, and I didn't want them to die so easily.
In my despair, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist from behind.
