On my eighteenth birthday, I happily opened the door to the living room. As a result, my dad cleared his throat, and two majestic dragon horns popped out from the top of his head. My mother smiled slightly and fluttered behind her, revealing nine fluffy fox tails. My brother was more direct. He picked up the durian on the table expressionlessly, put his fingers together with a bang, and the durian juice splashed everywhere, and the shell split into five petals. They looked at me who was confused and my jaw was about to dislocate. They announced in unison with a mixture of love, pity and solemnity, happy birthday, daughter, sister! From today on, you will be our family's key protection target.
