That night, Sofia knocked on my door, asking if she could sleep with me.As I tucked her in, I felt her trembling. "What's wrong?" I asked.Sofia peeked out from under the covers, saying in a muffled voice, "I watched the movie you mentioned, and it scared me."I chuckled and then soothed her, "Don't be afraid, Sofia. That's just a movie."From then on, Sofia often called me Mom. Soon, Sofia approached school age.One day, I received a call from her teacher, saying she'd gotten into a fight.On the way, I pondered various possibilities but couldn't fathom why Sofia, a precocious child with exceptional emotional control, had resorted to violence.Since I lived with her, that horror movie incident had been the only time she lost her composure. At other times, she was always calm. I wondered why she fought with others.At the school, the teacher had separated the two children. She explained that a little boy had seen Sofia's smartwatch background and insisted the person on it was
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