One night, while I was putting my daughter to bed, she told me, "Daddy,
Teacher Zhao is going to be crushed to death by the baby in her belly."
I patiently explained, "Sweetheart, your teacher is just pregnant.
She'll be fine once the baby is born."
But the very next day, I was told that Teacher Zhao had died in childbirth.
That night, as I put my daughter to bed again, she said, "Daddy,
Teacher Li's face is so pretty. Can I cut it off and have it?"
Her words gave me a chill,
but I still patiently told her, "Darling, you're already very pretty.
A little girl shouldn't say such cruel things."
But as soon as I finished speaking, a message appeared in the kindergarten group chat: someone had cut off Teacher Li's face on her way home from work.
It was then that my daughter asked me, "Daddy, I love you most. Could you go die?"
