One Day, My 7-Year-Old Daughter Came Home From Grandpa’s House and Cheerfully Said, “Mom, Did You Know Grandpa Always Tells Me to Close My Eyes? Then We Go Into the Bathroom Together and Play Our Secret Game.” I Froze. When I Asked What Kind of Game, She Replied, “Grandpa Said You’d Definitely Be Angry If You Found Out. He Even Asked Me Not to Tell Anyone Until We Finished.” My Heart Began Pounding. I Immediately Grabbed My Car Keys and Drove to My Father’s House. But When I Opened the Bathroom Door Without Warning, My Knees Nearly Gave Way, and I Burst Into Tears…

He rarely left the house, stopped visiting his old friends, and even abandoned his beloved garden.

 

The only person who could still make him smile was Emily.

My daughter absolutely adored her grandfather. Every Saturday, she begged me to take her to his house.

At first, I was delighted. I believed spending time with his granddaughter would help my father overcome his loneliness.

But about a month ago, certain things started worrying me. Whenever I picked Emily up from Grandpa’s house, her hair was

 

slightly damp. When I asked why, she simply answered:

“We were playing, Mom.”

Once, I noticed that she’d brought home a small blue towel.

“Where did you get that?”

“Grandpa gave it to me.”

“What for?”

“For our game.”

I didn’t ask any more questions. But the following week, everything changed.

 

On Saturday evening, Emily was sitting at the kitchen table, drawing pictures. I was preparing dinner when she suddenly said: