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       ENJOYING RELATIVELY cool forenoon, for the afternoon promises perhaps to be a scorcher, yet it's a spring season. I fixed my gaze out the window watching the sunrises at the edge of the mountains. My eyes arouse through awaken flowers at the garden outside and chirping little birds that can be heard near the french window. How it's calm and quiet in here.

       A thoughtful doubt little thing just came into my mind and needed to be answered. Is the past can be changed? It's not really an important, but those reminiscences about what you did something wrong, or the worst happening in your life and the day you wanted to forget that was painful to remember. And all I wanted to change it, to forget those painful sorrow and mistakes that happen in life. I would be glad to hear the answers, but whatever, it doesn't matter.

       For a few seconds, I decided to go forth in my room. It's still very quiet on the corridor so I tiptoed on the passageway trying not to bother. I think they are still sleeping.

       While I descended to the stairs, suddenly a bit of sound that heard from the other room, someone's mumbling again at the room. I checked it out. I pushed the door gently where I can feel shivering down my spine until I saw grandpa, just sitting on the couch drinking his hot tea peacefully.

       I sighed, my tense has stopped.

       "Oh.., good morning dearie, have a cup of tea?" He smiles as he grabbed the teapot on the table, offering me.

       "Oh, that's very kind. Yes, please. Thank you." I said, looking for a place to sit.

       When I looked back at him. He started to look at the top of the chimney again, staring at a picture on the opposite wall.

       I lifted my head and found the same painting he took it yesterday and the thing he used to tell stories about it to me.

       I smiled, "I can still recall the time you were telling me about your adventurous stories when I was a kid..." I said, started to reminisce.

       "The best thing I have ever brought." He stood up staring at it.

       I agree, "I love it, because -really, the ship looks as if it was really moving. And the water looks as if it was really wet. And the waves look as if they were really going up and down. Where did you get this, exactly?"

       He didn't answer.

       "Ooh... you really do love to travel? Didn't you? " He chimed. Why is he sounding so strange?

       I furrowed my brows what he said. I nodded, taking a sip on my tea, "Yes, definitely...I really do... I would love to travel all around the country-"

       "-Well, what a beautiful morning here today. It is actually great to sail a ship at the ocean right now..." He cuts-in, his eyes pass looking out the window.

       "It will be great.." I sighed, feeling quite relieved.

       He looks at me unusually, it seems he's about to say something, but he rushed in leaving me here in the room.

       "Are you alright, grandpa?" I asked.

       "Yes, I do. Ohh..uhh...I have something to do, my dear, I'll be right back... Be careful dearie..." He trod into the door and hear him utter a bit.

       Huh? What's that? I whirled around. I tried to clear his words he just utter put I found a note placed on my hand, Don't forget, don't ever lose the painting.

       "Excuse me? Never lose the painting?" I furrowed.

       He didn't answer and disappeared.

       As I was concerned with him, he's getting a little strange right now. What's exactly does he actually mean? Is he got sick? Or he got bonkers on his head right now?

       I shook my head, sipping my drink. "Hmm... such a strange morning since yesterday..."

       It was all quiet, the couch was so comfy while my drink was heated. Everything was calm, but until...

       Suddenly, a drop of water fell on the wooden floor. I tried to ignore it but it keeps dropping. I checked at the ceiling to see where it from but nothing, until I started to think it might have holed up there then it came from the second floor.

       But for such any fleet seconds, this time it is quicker.

       The floor went mere wet then I get out rushed on my seat, started to check the ceiling again but no visible of dropping water that can be seen.

       I looked around at the upper surrounding but there's nothing on there, but then I looked up at the top of the earth. I saw the painting was flowing out a ...water!

       Water? My eyes widened, felt my hair whipping around my face as it does windy.  I started to panic without knowing what I should do, until I took the chair out of my seat to climb to reach the top of the hearth.

       What I am seeing may be hard to believe, but it was almost as hard to believe when you saw it happening. The things in the picture were moving. The colors were too real and clean and out-of-doors for that. The waves were moving and up went a great shock of spray into my face.

       I rubbed my wet face out and looked at the painting again where it's ...moving! It came to life! I see the little sailing black ship on the picture just vanished on the canvas.

       Or maybe I get bonkers on my head.

       I'm afraid so...

       The water still flowing freely. Great splash had almost broken right out of the frame, besides being wet through at mine. I jumped and rushed towards the door, tried to open it but it's locked even the windows were steek either. I started yelling as much as I can take calling out of my grandparents, but no one listened nor couldn't hear me.

       "HEY!! HELP!!" I yelled again while barging at the door but it's way too heavy and hard. In fact, no one ever responded.

       I tried to look around until I rushed towards the hearth and grabbed the painting, thinking more quicker until such useless dumb idea I put the painting on the floor and tried to cover it by a couch, shelves, tables, or everything, but it still doesn't work.

       Until then, for a fleet minutes, the water is on the height of my hips, "Ooh no...what am I going to do?"

       I kept panicking, barging to the doors and windows until a matter of minute, the water came into my shoulder's height, unusually might if I call magically.

       Suddenly with the wind came the noises again by the swishing of waves as it was the smell, the wild, briny smell where the water tasted like salt from the sea.

       I was struggling and shouting, now, the water inundated the whole living room. I began to sink this time, my body stiffened over the cold. I didn't know how to swim well but glad to remember I had worked hard at my swimming last summer term. It is true that I would have got on much better if I had used a slower stroke. So, I took a deep breath and tried to swim up as fast as I can do until I saw a blurring light, the sun glimmering above the water.

       Still, I kept my head and kicked my shoes off, as everyone ought to do who falls into deep water in their clothes. I even kept my mouth shut and kept my eyes open while against the stinging salt into my eyes, but Wait...

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