For some reason, I can't bring myself to speak about my dream. Even though it has something to do with the accident which happened to me. When I tried to tell my parents about what the man in the dream had told me about my parents's car accident, my mother burst into tears and ran straight upstairs.

She hasn't stopped crying since then. Although my father is sitting there silently, he doesn't say a single word either. I wonder if he knew about my dream. I'm sure he must've known something about it. After all, he was driving the car, so I guess he would've seen what happened.

Although I'm...