Tell me, at which moment did you believe in the existence of fate?

That year, my father was dying. I had a dream that my father was dying and my sister had not arrived yet. I was extremely anxious (it is our custom not to send my relatives until the last moment). A few nights later, the nanny called and said that my father was dying. I hurried there, and after a while, my sister arrived, which made me feel at ease. But at this moment, my sister offered to buy a shroud for my father, and I quickly stopped her. First of all, I am afraid that my dream will come true. Second, where to buy a shroud in the middle of the night? If I really want to buy it, I can buy it after I send it. But my sister insisted on going. Shortly after my sister left, my father, who had just been calm, became angry. I was so anxious that I kept praying that this dream would not happen. I hope my father can hold out until my sister comes back. When people are in a hurry, they feel very painful every minute. Finally, my sister came back. She hasn't been in for two or three seconds. I saw my father's face turned white from top to bottom and died in one breath. The death of my loved ones has brought me many years of grief, and only those who have experienced it can understand it.