The yellow sea
From the top of the hill, I could see how the wind was feeding the fire that was destroying our sunflower fields. Everything red. Everything black. I wish I could say that after it I was working side by side with my family, to transform this catastrophe back into our beautiful yellow sea. But the truth is that I have no hope. My dad came into my bedroom after two days. He opened the curtains. I turned around; I didn't want to see the burnt landscape. -You cannot stay here forever... An extra pair of hands would be very useful. How could he say that? -Nothing will ever grow there anymore. -Now, that's not the right attitude, isn't? He sat next to me, sighed and stroked my hair. -I tell you what. You need to use your imagination and pretend that there is a tiny fairy world underneath all the coal, and we need to save them so... -I was the one who started the fire. The words came out of my mouth bluntly. He ...