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“Mommy! Mommy stop! Wake up, pay attention! Please wake up… please! Momm–...” I opened my eyes and realized that the world had turned upside down, like literally, physically turned upside down. A couple seconds later I heard my dog whimpering, crying in pain because her hind limbs were stuck in the little opening of our car’s window. I could see that our car had been hanging on tree branches that were thick enough to hold us up as if we were a tree house. From the passenger seat, my brother’s quiet voice whispered to me, “Noona…?” (Noona means “older sister” in Korean). I looked his way and read his eyes: they were scared, but managed to restrain from shedding much tears. I looked past Lulu to see a soft, grey smoke slowly arising from the

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