One day, my mom, my dad, my grandmother, my grandfather, my sister, and I were watching the news. On the news, they said it would rain words for one week. I did not know what “word rain” was, so I was not shocked. I acted as if it were normal.
For a few days, I looked out of the window. Then I realized that words were really raining from the sky. At first, I did not understand it, and I said, “What is going on in life?” Then I slowly understood what was happening.
After that, I decided that this life was not normal. It felt like a strange space. I wore my coat and went outside. Soon, I understood that I needed to go back home because the bad words were hurting when they touched me.
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