Saint of Life!

We finished our garden tour and the little tea party without talking about anything more. While I would go back to my room, I would ask my dad with both confidence and a confused tone,” Really, no one can change their destiny? What would happen if we tried to change others’ destinies? Nothing can be constant, right? We should be the ones who shape our destinies. Our karma would decide everything. Who cares about the result if I can try my best?”

My dad stared at me with her red-gilded eyes, which were shining like a red ruby. His eyebrows raised slightly, and he raised the corner of his mouth and started to talk with me in a soft voice that sounded like a song to me. "My dear daughter; My Lyra. I am proud of you!”

He also asked,” Do you want to know what would happen if you interfered with others’ destiny?”

I nodded in response.

“Okay. If you insist, I will tell you. You may have some vision, as your mother was a saint, and all saints can see the future to a certain extent. But everyon