Killed by My Own Son, I Get a Second Chance

Summary

My son was prone to rage, a violent bully.

Even as I lay dying, he was hitting me: "You old hag, who the hell do you think you are, trying to tell me what to do?"

My young daughter threw herself over me, but it didn’t stop his fists: "Get off, you useless brat! Move, or I'll beat you too!"

Then I opened my eyes. I was back, one year earlier.

I gently reminded my husband, "Remember to just give him whatever he wants, indulge his every whim. Otherwise, he might actually kill you, you know."