Jimmy was still crying and howling, and his voice was almost hoarse.
Sheila didn't bear to see him sad. "Let's take Jimmy to the beach. It's not that windy anyway."
Mom leaned against the window and looked outside. "There are a lot of people outside. Seems the typhoon isn't that scary."
The weather forecast had long warned that the typhoon was about to land in our city, and citizens were advised not to go out. Everyone should stay at home.
In my previous life, Jimmy insisted on going to the beach, and I tried my best to persuade everyone not to go out. It was so dangerous outside, and who knew when the typhoon would land?
Sheila mocked me, "You're such a coward. Fine. Don't come with us if you're so scared."
Henry echoed, "Stay here if you don't wanna come with us. No one is forcing you."
Yet I tagged along since I was worried about them.
When we arrived at the beach, there was no one there. Even the snack and swimsuit shops on the beach were closed.
Only my family dared to come out on a typhoon day.