Daughter, Why Won't You Accept Me

I came home for college summer break, and my dad made a table full of my favorite food.

As he ladled a bowl of homemade soup for me, he smiled warmly.

"I made this especially for you, sweetheart. Quick, try some!"

But looking at that gentle, smiling face, my blood ran cold.

I fought back the sheer terror, slipped my phone under the table, and secretly dialed 911.

"I need to report an emergency," I whispered.

"I think someone is pretending to be my father."

"And..."

I stared at the kitchen, where the man was slowly turning his head toward me. My voice trembled violently.