I woke up this morning, washed my hands and face, and ran to the kitchen for breakfast. My mother looked at the table and said, “The bread is burnt.” I replied, “It’s okay, we can fry it again.”
She suddenly screamed.
When I asked what happened, she looked at me in shock and said, “How could you hear me?”
I was confused and asked, “Why?”
She said, “I didn’t say it out loud—I was just thinking it. How did you hear me?”
I was very scared.
Then my father entered the kitchen and said, “It smells wonderful.” But my mother hadn’t heard him. I had heard it—only me.
“Dad… I heard you just now, didn’t I?” I asked.
My father also screamed.
I looked at them both and said, “Dad, I think I can hear people’s inner voices.”
My father shook his head. “There’s no such thing,” he said. “Let’s go outside and test it.”