My Family's Doom Clock

Synopsis

When I was four, I realized I was different from everyone else. Someone had a date written on their palm, and I was the only one who could see it. The first time I saw those numbers was when my grandpa was holding me. There was a line of dark red writing on his palm, with a date that was around the corner. I didn't know many words, but I could recognize numbers. "Grandpa, there are a lot of numbers on your hand," I said. He chuckled and pinched my cheek. "Nyomi, your eyes must be playing tricks on you." I shook my head, turned his palm over, and read each number out to him. Two days later, Grandpa was watering the flowers on the balcony when he slipped and fell from the fourth floor. The date of the accident was the same as the one I had read out to him.