All I ever wanted was to celebrate my dad and make him feel acknowledged. For the past years and even years before Dad had done many greats for people, he’s a warrior, a fighter, and maybe even the only Mafia king in history to have survived ten years in his enemy’s captive. Dad has done a lot for me and I just wanted to give back the good but unfortunately, I couldn’t. I made everything worse and now Dad is in a tight spot because of me. I screwed up my own dad’s life and I have to do whatever it is to fix it.
I push the chair back as I stand up from my seat and walk to the window. I have been harboring these CCTV cameras for hours trying to figure out any clues or leads. The blurry footage loops endlessly, a frustrating reminder of how elusive redemption seems. Nothing is working out r
