They told me that my dialect is not as pure as it should be. According to them, I have failed to preserve what I have inherited. But in truth I have inherited nothing. I just heard noises and without even knowing how or why, I accumulated some in my pockets and ran away. I robbed them in daylight.
They tried to catch me but before laying their pure noises on me, I swallowed what became mine quickly.
As I walk on my own, I think of what I swallowed that day. I smile without letting my dialect know that I still do not know what it might sound like in the singular.