I am born with a crow's mouth, and any unlucky words I say will definitely come true.
I was regarded as the loser in the family and was shunned.
I once accidentally said, "Grandpa, be careful when you walk."
That day, he fell down the stairs and died.
I once reminded worriedly, "It's not safe for Dad to drive today."
A few hours later, the bad news of the car accident came. After hearing the news, my mother fell to the ground and followed her.
My brothers believed that it was my mouth that cursed them to death, and they hated me deeply.
They even sent me to a mental hospital for rehabilitation. They didn't take me back until I stopped talking.
On my eighteenth birthday, I had a premonition that my death was imminent, and I spoke for the first time.
I want to beg them to accompany me to a last supper.
But there was only a busy signal on the other end of the line. They were busy celebrating the birthday of their sister's dog.
