My Jinx Daughter Ruined Our Family

My daughter was a jinx. The first word she ever spoke, as a toddler, was “die.” No one took it seriously at the time, but the very next day, her grandpa was hit by a truck and killed. When my daughter started kindergarten, her second sentence was: “The snow by the door is red.” Her grandma went downstairs for a walk and was instantly killed by a flowerpot falling from an upstairs window. Blood spilled everywhere, staining the white snow crimson. My husband was distraught; he wanted to get rid of our daughter. My daughter then uttered her third sentence: “Daddy, watch out for cars.” My husband was terrified, not daring to step out of the house. But he tripped on a toy car in the living room, suffered a brain hemorrhage, and died on the spot. I cried, begging my daughter to shut up, to stop cursing her own family. But her expression remained cold, devoid of any remorse. “Mommy, don’t go near fire.” I completely broke down. On Christmas Eve, I climbed onto the rooftop. I didn’t want to burn to death, so I chose my own way to die. But as I jumped, someone below was setting off fireworks. The brilliant fireworks exploded, hitting me, and I plummeted to my death amidst the shocked screams of onlookers. My daughter stood on the rooftop, watching me, her face utterly expressionless. Even in death, I couldn’t understand why the daughter I had cared for so meticulously would curse our entire family. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my daughter first learned to speak. This time, I finally understood what was going on with my daughter’s jinx!