The moment my knees touched the kneeling cushion, a loud thud came from downstairs.My father, Charles Ginger, slumped to his knees. He gripped the couch to support himself.He was pale as he tried to get up, but his legs trembled as if he had just climbed Mount Everest.My mother, Lana Ginger, was startled. "What's wrong?""My legs hurt." My father gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. "It feels like I've been kneeling on concrete for ten minutes."I looked down at my knees. I had only been kneeling for a minute. "That's expected. You made me kneel all night, so for every minute I'm in pain, you'll experience ten minutes of it."The room fell silent.Millie Ginger whispered tearfully from within my older brother Greyson Ginger's arms, "Joey, Dad just wants you to admit your mistake. How could you scare Dad with such superstitious nonsense?" Greyson's face immediately darkened. "Stop playing tricks! Millie almost fell down the stairs! You're lucky you've only been
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