Chapter 9: The Night of the Explosion
Also when I was five, I saw the most dazzling fireworks of my life.
That night, a few explosions woke the whole town. Then, half the sky lit up—
Crown-shaped fireworks, flower bursts, golden willows, crackling willows, waterfall sprays... and confetti fireworks that rained red and green paper from the sky.
I remember pressing my face to the window, my breath fogging the glass as I stared in wonder. The whole street was bathed in shifting color; even the stray dogs in the alley paused to watch.
Countless types of fireworks shot up in clusters, overlapping and blooming in the night sky.
Brilliant colors, meteors streaking everywhere, accompanied by thunderous booms and crackling explosions.
Amid the flickering light, gray mist spread, shrouding the sky and clouds. Confetti danced wildly in the wind, swept by the breeze to my window, making a crisp 'pop.'
The sky exploded in color, brighter than any Fourth of July I’d ever seen, even though it was only November.
I woke from sleep, walked drowsily to the window, and watched the dreamlike spectacle.
I stared for a long time, slowly coming to my senses.
Looking at such beautiful fireworks, I couldn’t help but cry.
Because that night, my father went out and never came back.