In my last life, this was the moment she plunged her hand into the cheese fondue and accused me of abuse.
I quickly opened my Photos app and checked again. Nothing. No weird photos, no strange videos.
That eased my nerves a little.
‘Not this time. I won’t let her pull the same stunt again!’
Then, she slammed her bowl down.
“I want cheese fondue!” she announced.
Internally, I scoffed. On the outside, I kept my voice soft and concerned.
“But your teacher said you’re not allowed to eat that, remember? Listen to us, sweetie, okay?”
She puffed up, face red, and screamed, “You’re lying! You’re abusing me! You want to kill me! Daddy, call the cops! Have her arrested!”
I watched her cry and scream, and my face turned cold.
“Fine,” I said. “Call them. Let’s see who’s really lying.”
She froze. Her eyes flickered with panic.
She hadn’t expected that.
Just as I thought I might finally avoid the disaster from my last life… she grabbed a fork from the table and dragged it across her cheek!
Collective gasps filled the room as blood trickled down my daughter’s face in bright, deep, red streaks.