Have you ever watched your daughter drink poison and smiled?

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My 15-year-old daughter Sarah was always my little angel. Straight A's, captain of the debate team, volunteered at the local food bank every weekend. Then she started dating Marcus, a 19-year-old college dropout with face tattoos. Within weeks, Sarah transformed into someone I didn't recognize. She started sneaking out at 2 AM to meet him. She was stealing money from my wallet to buy him cigarettes and energy drinks. But the real problem wasn't Marcus. It was what Sarah was doing to impress him. She started a "prank" channel on YouTube where she'd humiliate homeless people for content. "Dad, we got 500,000 views on the video where I pretended to give that guy food but it was actually dog treats!" My stomach turned. "Sarah, that's not funny. That's cruel." "Marcus says I'm going to be famous. We're making real money now!" She was filming herself destroying public property, harassing elderly people at bus stops, and convincing younger kids to do dangerous stunts. The breaking point came last Tuesday. Sarah posted a video where she convinced a homeless veteran to dance for a fake $100 bill, then laughed when she revealed it was Monopoly money. The video got 2 million views. That night, I found Sarah planning her next "prank." "Tomorrow I'm going to convince some kid to eat soap for views. Marcus says controversy gets the most engagement." I stared at my daughter, who was genuinely excited about poisoning a child for internet fame. That's when I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. I spent the weekend studying her YouTube channel and learning her patterns. Sarah always filmed at the same park, always targeted the same vulnerable people. I created a fake social media profile and started following her content. Then I hired three actors from the local theater group. I gave them $500 each and a simple script. Wednesday afternoon, Sarah went to the park with her camera, looking for her next victim. That's when my actors approached her. "Hey, aren't you that YouTube girl? Sarah the prankster?" Sarah's eyes lit up. "Yeah! Do you watch my channel?" "We love your content! We have an idea for the ultimate prank. Want to make some real money?" They convinced Sarah they were talent scouts from a major network. "We'll give you $5,000 to do one prank, but it has to be really extreme." Sarah was practically drooling. "What do you want me to do?" "We want you to drink this bottle of what looks like cleaning fluid, but it's actually just colored water. The twist is, we'll film people's reactions when they think you're poisoning yourself." Sarah didn't hesitate. "That's genius! People will think I'm actually dying!" She grabbed the bottle and started chugging. The actors immediately started screaming. "Oh my God! She's actually drinking bleach! Someone call 911!" Sarah kept drinking, thinking it was part of the act. But then she saw their faces. Real terror. Real panic. "Wait," she gasped, "this is just water, right?" The lead actor looked at her with disgust. "You were willing to fake poison yourself for money? What kind of person does that?" Sarah's smile faded. "But... but you said it was fake..." "We lied. Just like you lie to every person you humiliate for views." That's when I stepped out from behind the trees. "Sarah." Her face went white. "Dad? What are you doing here?" "Watching my daughter realize what it feels like to be manipulated by strangers for entertainment." Sarah looked at the actors, then at me, then at her camera that had been recording everything. "You set this up?" "How does it feel to be tricked into doing something dangerous for other people's amusement?" She stood there for a long time, just staring at the bottle in her hands. Finally, she turned off her camera. "I've been hurting people for likes," she whispered. She deleted her YouTube channel that night.