Light entered the room, stirring the sleeping, cute red-haired boy awake. Lior stretched his hands while still in bed, his shoulders cracking in the deepening silence. His eyes opened, and they met his sisters seated on his bed, sobbing.
They were so deep into their tears that they didn't even notice his waking state, and fear struck his heart. He felt a strange sense of déjà vu—only this time, he knew their faces and names. So, what could be the case?
What could make them surround his bed, crying so bitterly? Was he dead, and this was just his consciousness wandering, seeming as though he were alive?
As that dreadful thought took root in his heart, he quickly looked behind him, and lo and behold, it was just his bed—nothing else. No body laid to rest as he had feared.
So the question still arose, and he asked, his voice clear and strong, "Why are you crying?"
