Chronically Lying Daughter
My five-year-old daughter loved telling lies.
I had taken her out to a simple school supplies run, but she yelled on the street that I was a human trafficker.
Consequently, I nearly got arrested and taken to the police station. When we went home, she cried and threw herself in my husband’s arms to complain about me before I could say anything.
“Dad, Mom wouldn’t buy me stationeries. She even hit me on the street!”
I offered my husband an explanation. He heard me out, but I did not expect him to angrily slap me when I was finished.
“Our daughter is only five. She can’t lie. Can’t you just put up with it?!”
When I drove my daughter to school, she got down on her knees in front of me while the other parents were around.
“Mom, please let me go to school. I don’t want to take naked photos for those guys.”
When the teacher checked my phone, it was full of my daughter’s explicit photos.
A mob of angry parents pushed me into the traffic, killing me.
I could not figure out why my biological daughter would behave that way, even as I lay dying.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day when I was about to buy stationery for my daughter.