My elder brother drinks with young comrades. My younger brother drinks with his office chief and colleagues. All those years and they had never talked about the war. If war just means fighting, then I know nothing about it, even though I was born and grew up during the war. I hear a knock, then another.
Someone is at the door, which is locked.
I remain in bed. I came to kill the ghost. I place a pillow over my head. My younger brother's voice calls from outside. Open the door, Sister.