Every night when I go to sleep, there are people who stand near my bed and start whispering. The whispers would only contain one word, "Die".

As I woke up the next morning I greeted my parents and siblings. Even with the whispers I had a good night's rest. Once night came, then the people once again like every other night would come and stand next to my bed and would whisper " Die". Every night I would just continue to sleep.

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However, this time was different, I wanted to see who are those people that kept on whispering, when I looked to see who they are, I smiled, my smile was so bright it could even beat the sun. The people people whispering those words were my family, they must be so happy to see me that cried tears of joy that is color red, the color of love, I must have misheard what they whispered every night.