A few minutes ago after I picked up my daughter from school, I started yelling at my daughter, telling her that I didn’t like her attitude, nor her behavior. Her grades were starting to fail, because she was hanging out with the wrong crowd. I know she’s a good girl, but hanging out with the wrong people will ultimately be bad for her.
“What do you have to say?” I asked her. She looked a little mad, “look dad, if it is so easy, why don’t you take my place?” she asked. “I would if I could” I said. At that moment everything shifted, I was in the back seat, looking at what could only be called “me”. I looked down, and realized I was in my daughters body. “So? what do you have to say?” he asked. “I will behave dad” I said reluctantly. I don’t know if it was my daughter in my body, but by the way he behaved, it didn’t look so.
I don’t know how long I am going to be in her body, but first thing I am going to do is break up with her dumb boyfriend, and start studying, making sure my life… my daughter’s life and future is set for the better.
