Although it happened in the summer, I remember it in the winter. It was only a brief moment, But I dread every time I recall it. Twenty years ago, I enjoyed a life of freedom. It was summer vacation and I was spending it in my hometown with my family. I had little to no responsibilities to speak of. I could go to bed anytime I wanted. Wake up anytime. Pass the time with books and movies. And sometimes go for a drive to the beach with my friends. At the time, I was a sophomore in university and had a bit of breathing room before entering the workforce. Simply put, I was like the grasshopper in Aesop's fable, time was all mine. One hot, stifling night, as usual, I finished dinner that my mother had prepared, took a bath and went to bed. There was no air conditioner in my room, so I opened the window but kept the screen closed. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the buzzing sounds of a mosquito. It must have come in from somewhere. I had no choice but tu
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