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Living After Time—Mummies
The husband: a wealthy business owner, full of charisma.
The wife: a musician whose voice booms with passion.
The oldest: a five-year-old, who swims as freely as a waterbug.
The youngest: a two-year-old whose scream shouts louder than the lions.
The servant: a perfectionist who cleans vigorously.
“Daddy, I wanna swim in the Nile!” the children shouted.
“Alright,” he replied. “Don’t get chomped by a crocodile.”
They sprint to the river.
Father jumps quickly into the water, without a sound.
Swimming is a silent lullaby.
The day drastically reaches dusk.
Active brains wear out, deactivating until dawn.
Mom’s voice rests as peacefully as an infant.
Servants dream, fantasize and hope for their ideal life.
Parents repeat the phrase “I love you.”
Dad’s heart suddenly stops beating during the night.
The wife: begs on her knees for the gods to give him back.
The son: clings to the thought of seeing him again.
The daughter: questions why her daddy is gone.
The servant: absorbs the news about his sudden departure.
The Hall of Truth: the final decision of one’s eternal life—
The hall is placed as a courtroom, containing a judge.
“You shall live a peaceful afterlife,” the judge declares.
The dad then takes a ride to The Field of the Reeds.
The Field of the Reeds replicates one’s life on earth.
Gorgeous green grass surrounds me.
My ancestors’ warm love leaves me in awe.
My wife looks upon me and says, “Don’t forget your family.”
Teardrops stream down on my face.
Memories play endlessly in my head.
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