I saved both photos in the album, then put the phone on silent and ignored it.
If not for my friends' lives, I might have been more willing to believe that these two photos were real. After all, he was my father, a family member who had been by my side for as long as I could remember.
I still remembered when I was young, no matter how busy he was, he would take some time every day to learn about what I had done that day. He would check my homework and then smile and praise me. "My daughter is awesome! You really did a good job!"
However, everything that had happened recently gradually took away my trust in him over and over again. Reality had shattered the positive image of my father in my memory and reconstructed a hypocritical, profit-driven, and unscrupulous one.
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