What would you do if you discovered your child could predict the future? Would you be impressed? Or would you, like one dad from Houston, Texas, immediately panic?
The story starts one a day that had seemed like no other. At around 7:30pm, Richard Moore headed upstairs in his family home to put his three-year-old little girl, Emilie, to bed.
Following his usual routine, he played with her, read her a story, then listened to her say her prayers.
But Richard noticed that there was something not quite right with what little Emilie had said. To him, it had sounded like this:
“God bless mommy, God bless daddy, God bless grandma, and goodbye grandpa.”
Wondering if he needed his hearing checked, Richard asked,
“Why did you say ‘goodbye grandpa’?”
Emilie replied,
“I don’t know daddy, It just seemed like the thing to do.”
Richard thought nothing more of Emilie’s prayer until the next day, when the little girl’s grandpa died. Just an unusual coincidence, he told himself firmly. Nothing to worry about.
But then, a couple of months later, when Richard put his daughter to bed, she ended her prayer with “Goodbye grandma”.
Not another one, Richard thought, feeling rightly concerned that his daughter would soon be predicting his own death.
As expected, Emilie’s grandmother died the next day.
Richard was now convinced that Emilie had contact with the other side. He grew wary of his daughter’s nighttime prayer session – and his fears were confirmed just a few months later.
This time, after asking God to bless her mommy, Emilie added: “And goodbye daddy”.
Richard felt as though his whole body had been doused in icy water. This was it – the prediction he had been waiting for. His life, just like Emilie’s grandma and grandad’s, was over. It would end tomorrow.
That night, Richard tossed and turned in bed, mulling over his imminent death.
How would it happen? A heart attack? A car accident? A small, targeted meteor strike?
He considered going back into Emilie’s room and asking her to say her prayers again. Maybe he could get her to reverse her prediction somehow. Or maybe it had all been a mistake in the first place.
Perhaps she hadn’t said “daddy”, but “Maddy”, “Waddy” or “Zaddy”. He made a mental note to ask his wife if Emilie had any toddler friends that could link up to this theory. Kids could have weird names these days.
But the next morning, Richard was so flustered that he woke up at the crack of dawn and headed straight to his office.
If this was indeed his last day, it was a little depressing to spend it working, but he needed the distraction.
He spent the whole day in his office, where he felt safe away from his little girl and her predictions. He thought that if he could just make it to midnight, he’d be okay. So when midnight eventually came, he nearly cried with relief.
Richard drove home to his wife, who asked him why on earth he’d worked so late.
But Richard wasn’t in a talking mood, so he simply told her that he’d had the worst day of his life. Let her make what she wanted of that.
So it was a surprise when his wife agreed with him, saying,
“You think you had a bad day, you’ll never believe what hap pened to me. This morning the mailman dropped dead on our porch!”
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