It has been three years since our family of aliens crashed on Earth.
I wanted to live a peaceful life pretending to be an ordinary household, but it turned out that everyone in my house was a vulnerability maker.
My dad can repair a collapsed star field, and he can figure it out all night with a TV remote control;
My mother can raise a hand to spawn mountains of grass and trees. She has to restrain her strength even when washing vegetables, for fear that the vegetable leaves will directly grow into big trees.
As the exclusive scapegoat for the whole family, my daily routine is to lie like crazy to cover up my family's inhumane operations.
But the neighbors in the community are particularly enthusiastic.
Aunt Zhang feeds me every now and then. The college students next door are always curious about why my house is cold all year round. The uncle downstairs still drags my dad to play chess.
Until one day, my neighbor's little sister suddenly pointed at me and said, "Sister, you are not from Earth."
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When did their family get exposed?
Purpose: A small life is better than a complete life
