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A summer day when the sunlight was shining brightly.
That day was the day I went to play in the water with my sister and her friends.
Everyone changed clothes, went into the water, swam, and played in the water.
Then I wanted to go deep and went.
When I went, there were four of us: my sister, her friend, and her friend's younger sibling.
We went and talked and went swimming.
Then I saw a big rock and tried to step on it to rest.
The moment I stepped on it, I slipped and fell into the water.
I was struggling and shouting, "Save me!!"
But no one saved me.
I barely managed to get out of the water.
I almost died.
End of today's diary.
Actually, when I fell into the water, my sister, her friend, and her friend's younger sibling were just looking at me.
When I got out, I was so shocked that I just kept repeating, "Save me... Save me..."
When I kept asking her to save me, my sister said, "Stop talking because you're alive."
People seem so harsh.
People almost died, but they're still alive and kicking, so you're telling me to stop talking...
So the author has a fear of water?
(This story is adapted from the author's true story.)