Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was snowing, freezing her slowly. She continued shivering rubbing her arms to try and get warm. She started losing feeling, first her feet, moving up slowly. She panicked, she tried to move but she was stuck. It felt like something was holding her in place. The world started to go fuzzy, everything slowly losing colour, fading away. She saw a silhouette of a person, walking past, they turned their head and started running into the alleyway, saying something that she could not hear. The young girl stuttered out "mama?" and the world went black. the last thing she saw was tears.
She woke up on a flower bed, she got up and looked around. Everything was bright and colourful, it was her house. She saw her mother, father and brother. She ran up to all of them, screaming their names, tears falling from her face. They all embraced her in a warm and loving hug.
She realised that her sister was missing. She asked her family where she was, they said that she is coming.
The girl felt a tap on her shoulder moment later, she turned around and found her sister crying and smiling. They all hugged again.
The young girl knew where she was, and she was happy. She was with her family.