“There is a hidden islandyou believe in legends, there are many riches on it. But no one has ever traveled there, spirits protect it. Any sailor who gets close, will turn around…” my sister, Elisa , read with a sneer.
Unfortunately, she didn’t get to finish because we had to go. As I collected my stuff, Elisa walked to the door and started walking ahead. When we arrived, our mum was reading again.
“Elisa, there is a parcel for you ,” she said, not looking up. Elisa was NEVER quiet… what is wrong with her?!
“You are never this quiet, Eli! That parcel looks like it’s millions of years old! When did it arrive?” I said, puzzled.
“Look, the stories I read… They’re not legends…” she started, “They’re real, and they’re giving me visions,”…