My Baby Is a Prophet

I picked up a cute baby and she called me mom. At first she thought it was a lost child, until she accurately predicted death three times. For the first time, she pointed at her neighbor and said, "Mom, this uncle will die tomorrow." The second time, she looked at the star on TV and said, "Mom, this brother will die the day after tomorrow." The third time, she woke me up in the middle of the night with tears in her eyes: "Mom, daddy is going to die." But the child's father died on the border three years ago.