Where is Everyone?!
I woke up at first light as usual, but found the neighbourhood devoid of the familiar sounds I had been accustomed to hearing. Every day, as soon as he was awake, Uncle Lee had his radio on at full blast. The operatic music in his favourite channel penetrated the walls and dispelled the last vestiges of my drowsiness away. He ran a noodle stall at the market and so he woke up earlier than anyone. Dragging myself out of bed, I opened the window and looked out into the same familiar direction, where Uncle Lee's van was parked outside the gate. I smiled at the sight of the van, whose door flung open on both sides. But something strange caught my eye - one of the blue slippers he had been used to wearing was found at the front of my gate, and the other in the middle of the road. With Uncle Lee's meticulousness to detail, this act of careless negligence was beyond my wildest imagination. Could something have happened to him? Seized by a sense of alarm, I rushed outside and peeked...