“Breathe,” An elder woman instructed, holding both of my hands as I tried my best to inhale and focus.

“Mother, I’m scared.” I stared at her with teary eyes.

“Don’t be, I am here.” She caressed my long, red hair gently.

I closed my eyes and felt the surroundings. The sound of the swaying trees along with the cool air and the chirping of birds filled my ears. We were standing on a vast field of green; with flowers planted around us, decorating the empty field with their beautiful shades and fragrance.

“It’s going to hurt but you must endure it,” My eyes remained shut as I listened to her...