In winter holiday, my mother and younger sister and I were going to Malaysia for traveling by a light passenger plane.
While the plane flew off course, it crashed in the mountains and its pilot was killed.
I was scared as I walked out of the plane with my mother and sister.
We had not been injured but got terribly cold as it grew dark.
At the end of December, it was in the middle of winter, snow lay thick on the ground.
My mother turned a suitcase into a bed and put us inside it.
However, she could not get herself inside, it was too small.
Even though covering us with all the clothes she could find and slept next to us, I felt she trembled with cold.
I hugged her and made her closer to me so that she would be warmer.
The next early morning, we heard planes passing overhead, shouted loudly and waved our hands.
At the time, my mom stamped out the letters’ SOS’ in the snow.
Fortunately, a pilot saw the signal and sent a message by radio to the nearest town.
At the end, we had been rescued by a helicopter.
July 2014
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