In my previous life, I raised my daughter to be an innocent, carefree sweetheart. I gave her the pinkest princess dresses and the softest ivory tower, thinking that was love.
But at the wedding of the son-in-law I had chosen myself and the heir I had carefully groomed, he shot me in front of everyone. He called my daughter a "useless crybaby" and replaced her with a new bride on the spot.
My daughter went mad and eventually froze to death beside a pile of trash on the street, still clutching the Barbie doll I had given her.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my daughter's third birthday.
This time, when the servants wheeled in a cart piled high with lace dolls, I swept them all to the floor.
As everyone stared in shock, I crouched down and placed a custom pink pistol in her tiny hand.
"Youyou, from today on, Daddy is going to teach you something."
"The best fairy tale in this world is having a gun in your hand and knowing when to pull the trigger."
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