My Baby Is a Prophet

I found an adorable baby. She called me Mommy.

At first, I thought she was a lost child, until she accurately predicted three deaths.

The first time, she pointed at our neighbor and said, "Mommy, that man will die tomorrow."

The second time, she looked at a celebrity on TV. "Mommy, that big brother will die the day after tomorrow."

The third time, she shook me awake in the middle of the night, tears in her eyes. "Mommy, Daddy is going to die."

But the child's father had died in action on the border three years ago.