Suddenly, all the familiarity disappears. I look around to find the person. He is nowhere to be seen. I slip my hand into my shirt to feel my heartbeat. It is too fast. If Daddy is here, what would he do? I open my mouth to scream, only to realize that there is no sound. My fingers wrap around my throat, urging it. Still, there is only silence.
My shirt is sticky from the humidity, my skin itchy from mosquito bites. I do not even think of the diseases that could infect me. I pray silently, mouthing out the prayer. Now, all I can think of, is going home.