I see my brothers crying.
Why are they crying?
I ask them.
No response.
I go to my parent's room.
They're weeping in pain.
I asked them if every things okay.
No response.
Why aren't they answering me?
Have I done something wrong?
Next second I see them all kneeling.
Next to a coffin. Crying.
Who has died? I ask.
No response
I look down at the coffin.
I'm looking at myself.
Realization shoots me.
They can't answer me because they can't hear me.
They're crying because,
I'm dead.
