I messed up in life. I married young, had a daughter, collected a lot of debt, and was divorced, all before I turned 22. Many years later I chose to end it all with a noose. My only dying wish was that I got to know my estranged daughter a better. After dying, I soon found myself flying through the city, soaring until I flew right into the body of my daugher, who I haven’t seen in a decade, all grown up. I was then viewing the world from her eyes, in her body, with all of her memories flooding into my mind, notably her disdain for me as a parent. Needless to say, I’d rather have died than be in the body of my daughter, who always hated me, for the rest of her life.