I received a hand-written letter.Judging from the writing, I thought I was able to tell who sent it to me very easily. It was from someone. Someone I have known before. I was certain, 100% sure it was from her. Excited I tore the envelope and immediately threw it away. Took out the letter and began to read it. " It took you years to write this to me" I murmured. Had not started reading the content yet. That delighted I was. A bit frustrated as well. Had she sent it a bit earlier, I would have felt better. A lot better. I read every sentence with a smile on my face. It was like I took a trip down memory lane. "Ngah, ngah" I could hear Mama calling for me. I immediately stopped reading so that I could hide her letter, as she neared my room. Mama's voice echoed and became slightly louder than it was before. I squinted as the light went on, was not able to open my eyes completely. 'It's time for Sahur' said Mama. It was that moment I realised it was a dream. My…
One of many lessons that I got after watching The Flash is,
although you are able to travel in time,
there are things that you cannot simply change.
I actually wept a bit watching these scenes.
The thing about being The Flash,
Everyone in the Central City thinks they are fortunate enough to have someone to rely on,
when something bad happens.
But he himself is never happy.
He may seem happy on the outside but apparently, he is hopelessly sad inside,
especially when those tragic memories strike.