My family of aliens crash-landed on Earth three years ago.
We planned to quietly pass our days disguised as ordinary residents, but every one of my family members is a walking giveaway.
My dad can repair a collapsing star field, but he'll spend all night trying to figure out a TV remote.
My mom can make plants sprout across entire mountains with a wave of her hand, but she has to rein in her powers just to wash vegetables, lest the leaves grow into trees.
As the family's designated fixer, I spend my days frantically making up excuses and covering for my family's inhuman antics.
And our neighbors are all exceptionally friendly.
Auntie Zhang brings us food every few days, the college student next door is always curious about why our home stays cool all year round, and the old man downstairs keeps dragging my dad into chess games.
Then one day, the little girl next door suddenly pointed at me and said, "Big Sis, you're not from Earth, are you?"
???
When did my family get found out?
Theme: A modestly content life is better than striving for perfection
