The room started to spin. Then, in front of her eyes.
A merry-go-round, kids dancing in circles, popcorn stands, a popsicle melting in her hands, white lights circling her.
Her favorite memory: the festival.
“I found you!” the voice shouted. She turned and saw him, her brother.
“Where were you?” she asked.
The lights started turning red, then blue.
She was in the room again. Strangers around her, then a familiar face.
“Dreaming again about little brother?” the doctor said.
“The pill will not bring him back.”
“Yes, but I’ll be with him,” she said.
