My 5-year-old daughter said to me, “Mom, when it’s time for sleep at Grandpa’s house, she calls me to her room, asks me to close my eyes and we play a secret game. But he told me I couldn’t tell you.” I was paralyzed. The next day, I sneaked into my father's bedroom and what I discovered caused my legs to shake.

“Mom, did you play secret games with Grandpa when you were little too?”

I smiled.

“Sure, honey. Grandpa knows a lot of games.

But his next words erased the smile on my face.

“Was he calling you to his bedroom when it was time to sleep?”

My hand stood still.

What do you mean, Emily?

“Well, when I’m wearing my pajamas, Grandpa says to me, ‘Come here, honey. It’s time for our secret game.”

I tried to stay calm.

And what are you playing?

My daughter let out a chuckle.

I can't tell you. Grandpa says it's our secret.

The heart started beating me tightly.

“Emily, honey, you can tell me absolutely anything. Even if someone asks you to keep a secret.

He thought for a few seconds and then whispered:

“He tells me to close his eyes and not open them until he allows me to.

I felt my fingers freezing.