I see hands in front of me clutching a steel rod. I look down and realize that it is me. I feel wind blowing on my face with sunshine providing a bit of warmth as I am riding a motorbike. I am sitting on top of the fuel tank of the bike. I look back to see who is driving the bike. It is my paternal uncle who is older than my father. We are driving back home after dropping off my older brother to school.
I am sentient.
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