Prologue
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"What happened to the missing funds?"
"How about the embezzlement cases?"
"What can you say about the killings?"
"Are you trying to help or even just reach-out the victims of the m******e?"
"Do you think someone — a single person or a large group — can dethrone you as the president?"
Prominent journalists asked my father about some current affairs this country has. I can see in his face that he is tired and overwhelmed about what is happening.
"Dad, you have a choice to not answer." I whispered as my hands were shaking. I can't expect him to be tough all the time. Everyone of us has highs and lows in our lives. Even if you're powerful, even you are the president.
He looked at me in the eye and smiled. Dad chose to ignore the questions and we got inside our car.
"Dad, why are some people opposing you, like they didn't seem to notice your diligent work and good deeds in this place." I said as I saw people outside holding cardboards to bash my dad.
"That's why I don't want to bring you here, Angellie. You still don't know how cruel the world of politics is." He held my hand and said.
"But someone said that 'everything is political.' I want to be the next one to follow your steps, dad." I said and smiled.
"You're too young too realize, Angellie. I want you to focus on your school first." He said. I was nonplussed at what he said. I am just ten years old and I don't talk back to elders. "What do you want for lunch?" He changed the topic.
"Noodles." I answered happily.
I wanted to be like my father.
I always wanted to be a leader.
Until one dream scared me.
And that dream woke me up.
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