The fortune teller said that my son was a boy, and when he was three years old, there would be disaster.

I didn't believe it before, and I didn't do it. If my daughter almost died when she was two and a half years old, the hospital refused to accept her, and all the neighbors thought she would die, I suddenly remembered, and then I called my mother-in-law to ask her to find the old man. It got better later. I didn't eat anything before, only drank water every day, and the next day I said that my mother wanted to eat. At that time, my daughter was excited about making our family fat.