My little princess was standing in the garden. She looked pale and weak yet a strange weird smile was there on her face.
I went to her and saw a deep wound on her chest. Pointing at the wound I asked her, “it hurts?”
She replied, “no Daddy. It did hurt when you stabbed me. Yet, now it doesn’t hurt anymore. But you should hide. Mommy is very annoyed with you. She is still carrying that knife that you used to stab her. She says she won’t hurt you but only play with you. She will play so nice that you will beg for death.”
She asked innocently,” But Daddy what is death? I don’t want you to beg for anything. Should I gift you death before mommy makes you beg for it?”….