[ WP ] At birth , 100 simulations are run to determine the possible life of your child . In 99 different cases , your daughter dies before the age of 6 . The one where she survives , however , is a lot worse . For you .

The ringing in her ears would n't stop. The burst of gunshots was deafening. She had been hiding under the desk for hours. Her heart was racing and her fingers were twitching. She was wearing her blue nikes today. They were worn but better than heels. 
 
 Lindsey was a lucky child. The odds of her being born were slim. Her mother would call her as a child, `` her little miracle ``, whenever she came home from riding bikes all day. Her father would smile. Her father was the strong and silent type. He never complained and he never once let her down. Tony Soprano would have loved this guy. He also wore a John Deere hat and spent his time in the woods alone. 
 
 There was a day when she followed him out into the woods. She found out that he had a cabin. She peeked in there, through the pale reflections of trees and saw nothing. Over the ringing of birds chirping she heard a voice, `` what are you doing here?'' 
 
 She whipped around and stared into her fathers pale blue eyes. She could get lost in those planets and never find what he's thinking. `` Looking for you,'' she replied. `` Mom is almost done with dinner. 
 
 He stared at her. `` Listen Lindsey, I need to tell you something''. He adjusted his trucker hat. And set down his rifle. `` I know something bad is going to happen on November 10th, 2020. I'm not a superstitious man. This is something I do just know, though''. When that day comes, and you see something you never thought you would see, I want you to run. Do n't try to understand, just run.'' 
 
 Her fathers words rang in her ears as she remembered them, and she was in the classroom. She peeked around the teachers desk she was hiding behind. She looked around the side and saw some guys hiding behind an upturned table. `` Lindsey!'' One of them whisper cried. `` we are going to get out of here, follow us!'' All three of them got up and went to the door, incautiously. But before they could touch the doorknob, the door kicked open and the boys chest was filled with holes as blood spilt everywhere. The other buy gasped and backed away with his hand up in tepid surrender. The gun followed him and the hand holding it was followed by a familiar green hat. It was her father. 
 
 He squeezed the trigger and pierced the boys youthful mind with bullets before cornered the third child. Who had sank to his knees, callously weeping. Her fathers back was to her, and she remembered his words. 
 
 She made it outside and the sun was waiting for, shining on her face. Her mother was there waiting for her, with everyone else's parents. They embraced. Her mother looked into her eyes. `` Your father carried this burden for sixteen long years,'' she said. `` Before you were born, we had to choose a scenario for you, the only scenario in which you would survive. Your father knew he would go insane, but I never imagined it would be today. he was just fine last night. He even cleaned all of his guns''.
