One night, a dad tucked his four-year-old daughter into bed.
As usual, she folded her hands and began her little bedtime prayer.
“God bless Mommy… God bless Daddy… goodbye, Grandpa.”
Her dad chuckled.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
The next morning, Grandpa suddenly passed away.
The dad was shocked.
A few weeks later, the little girl said her prayers again.
“God bless Mommy… goodbye, Grandma.”
The next day…
Grandma passed away.
Now Dad was officially terrified.
He started wondering if his daughter had some strange supernatural connection.
Then, one night, she smiled sweetly and said:
“God bless Mommy… goodbye, Daddy.”
Dad nearly stopped breathing.
He barely slept that night.
The next morning, he called in sick, stayed home, avoided the stairs, skipped his morning coffee, and spent the entire day waiting for disaster.
Every little noise made him jump.
Every doorbell sounded like the end.
Finally, midnight arrived.
Dad was still alive.
He let out the biggest sigh of relief imaginable.
He hugged his wife.
“See? Everything’s fine! I survived!”
His wife stared at him, completely confused.
“Really? That’s strange…”
Dad froze.
“What?”
She sighed.
“The UPS driver dropped dead on our porch this morning.”
Dad’s face went pale.
She continued:
“He kept asking if you were home.”
