Chapter 1

My daughter was a jinx.

The first word she ever spoke, as a toddler, was "die."

No one took it seriously at the time, but the very next day, her grandpa was hit by a truck and killed.

When my daughter started kindergarten, her second sentence was: "The snow by the door is red."

Her grandma went downstairs for a walk and was instantly killed by a flowerpot falling from an upstairs window.

Blood spilled everywhere, staining the white snow crimson.

My husband was distraught; he wanted to get rid of our daughter.

My daughter then uttered her third sentence: "Daddy, watch out for cars."

My husband was terrified, not daring to step out of the house.

But he tripped on a toy car in the living room, suffered a brain hemorrhage, and died on the spot.

I cried, begging my daughter to shut up, to stop cursing her own family.

But her expression remained cold, devoid of any remorse.

"Mommy, don't go near fire."

I completely broke down. On Christmas Eve, I climbed onto the rooftop.

I didn't want to burn to death, so I chose my own way to die.

But as I jumped, someone below was setting off fireworks.

The brilliant fireworks exploded, hitting me, and I plummeted to my death amidst the shocked screams of onlookers.

My daughter stood on the rooftop, watching me, her face utterly expressionless.

Even in death, I couldn't understand why the daughter I had cared for so meticulously would curse our entire family.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my daughter first learned to speak.

This time, I finally understood what was going on with my daughter's jinx!