On the day of my daughter’s sixth birthday, she fell into a lake, and the soul of a transmigrated woman took possession of her body.
She was not the first transmigrator I had encountered.
I expected another loud, shallow creature like Consort Chao, but this one proved entirely different.
As she stood on a spy and scolded me for being weak and softhearted, I discreetly wiped the blood from my hands and sighed.
Facing the Buddha, I said only, “Amitabha.”