During the family dinner, my daughter quietly slipped me a note: “Mom, pretend you feel sick right now and leave”; at first, I thought she was joking, but a few minutes later something happened that terrified me 😱😨 The family dinner was going smoothly: casual conversations, cheerful dancing, music. Everyone at the table was smiling, and I was trying not to show how tired I was after a long day at work. My daughter sat next to me, poking at her salad with a fork, but she seemed tense. Suddenly, I felt her fingers gently touch mine under the table. Then she quickly placed something small and soft into my hand — a folded note. I unfolded it under the table, trying not to draw attention. On the napkin, written in uneven, childish handwriting, it said:…CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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