At that moment, someone placed a bowl of spaghetti bolognese in front of me. I looked up to thank the waiter but was surprised to see my older sister, Alex, all of thirteen years old.
"This looks good," she said as she sat down next to me. I looked around to see a table of tweens in brightly-colored ski gear, talking and slurping spaghetti while the ski instructors stood by.
Suddenly, an image flashed before my eyes. I clutched my head.
What was that? It seemed so vivid, so real.
I saw my dad lying in the snow with a broken leg.
I turned to my sister, who was happily chatting with another girl.
Should I tell her? I wondered.
No. She'd think you're crazy.
But it seemed so real.
No. Keep it to yourself. It's just your overactive imagination.
