Hello every reader. We wrote this short story for the first time. It's about family and social problems.

If there are any mistakes, please forgive me and ask for advice:

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“This is today's third edition,” she said in a cold, bored voice. “You have to go back and inspect the work of your subordinates better. You were an outstanding employee last year, weren't you?” I could only nod in agreement and avoid looking at her, the highest-ranking person in this office. In fact, The problem of incorrect work has become more and more common since I was promoted at the end of last year. Taking on the responsibility of inspecting the work of my subordinates that has quickly doubled is not easy after walking out of the office. Very cold

I went to talk to the subordinate who was responsible for editing the documents and intended to teach me how to work again. He was a new intern. I understand that he will make some mistakes. But I was too busy to take time to teach or check his work for a long time. "What did you intend to do? If there's something you don't understand, go to the room and ask me." I walked in to check and sign other documents in the pile. The table filled the room until 5:00 p.m. I looked at the table clock and felt tired and my whole body ached from sitting in the same place for a long time. I raised my hand to gently massage my temples to relax and then put the documents back in my bag. house

As soon as the car parked at the gate in front of my house, I heard the sound of dogs barking from far away, my house's guard dog. Followed by my high school daughter, Kaew, who ran over to slowly open the gate for me to drive in. Opened the car door and carried the documents into the house. “What did you cook today?” I asked my son.

The mackerel miang and chicken curry smell delicious,” Kaew replied while pointing at the dining table excitedly. I took the documents up to the bedroom and then walked down to eat. My wife, Ploy, brought cold water and walked over to serve it, “Kaew. Go get a plate of rice,” she said, sitting down across from me. “Today is very busy. Things didn't go according to plan, it was slow," I complained.

It's normal to make mistakes sometimes. You can't always be good at it. Don't be stressed,” she said with a smile. That's it—maybe I should let it go, but it's my responsibility. I hope you understand Kaew brought out a plate of rice and the three of us ate a delicious dinner together.

Ploy walked into the bedroom. She stood staring at the documents on my desk for a while and then looked thoughtful, “Is this a lot of work?” I replied without paying much attention because I had to work quickly. "The sooner you finish, the more money you'll get, so this month I'll continue working on it." She walked over and hugged her and said worriedly. “She was always a great husband—

I'll help as much as I can.” I smiled but didn't answer. I'm happy. At least no one at work admires me, but my family always loves and admires me. It gives me encouragement to provide for my family. Even though my performance has not been very good lately, the increased expenses while the income has not increased much as well has made me have to work harder. This is my burden. My family trusts me. I must not disappoint them.

“What does your father do for a living?” I paused to think for a moment before answering in a low whisper. “Last occupation is—government service.” “Last?” he asked again. “Yes, father resigned more than a year ago.” He bent his head and wrote down on the thick, dark blue notebook placed in front of me. It reminded me of the pile of documents in a dark file folder that my father used to carry home all the time before he resigned.

During that time, our once warm family began to have problems. I began to hear my parents arguing many times. It was enough to understand that because of money, even now I still don't understand why money is so important. Even though money is just a thin piece of paper with numbers written on it to show its value—

“What do you think is the motive for this murder?” I stopped my thoughts and answered. “Do I really have to answer--” “Actually, I'm not sure--” Then my thoughts went back to the past again. Our family started having financial problems. But not to the point of neediness. So my mother turned to studying business and started investing in a business producing skin care cream and selling it on the internet.”

This is a big lump sum of savings. Are you sure you want to invest in it?” Dad said harshly as I pressed my ear to the wall and eavesdropped from the next room. “Sure, if you buy this machine and produce it, you will definitely be able to sell it for a big profit. Until then, we will have money to spend comfortably. You yourself don't have to work as hard.” Mother immediately replied.

Money is my responsibility.” Father began to raise his voice. “I just want to do some work. I don't see any harm in it. Our family will even be better off,” Mother explained. “Come on, if you talk like this, She had a good plan. I will trust you,” Father said in a softer voice.

“—but I think it might have something to do with my mother's business,” I continued, picking up the photograph of a woman's corpse that was evidence in the case on the corner of the table. “Father once said that the owner of the company that sold the machinery cheated on her mother by telling her the price including tax later when the contract was due to be paid. This price was more than two hundred thousand baht more expensive than before.”

I clenched my fists and continued. “My mother was forced to spend all of our family savings to buy it. But less than two months after purchasing it, the device broke. The person who sold it to her said that she did not take good care of the device herself, so she would not accept repairs. After that, the business suffered a catastrophic loss, causing Mom to become stressed and commit suicide--”After the atmosphere in the room was quiet for a while, the police officer in front of me said, “

Your father is a machine dealer. I have no doubts about this.” I looked at the policeman in confusion. “Why? I still wonder why even though you were the cause of my mother's death. Instead, he resigned and became a sales representative for this crazy machine for almost half a year, buying all over the house but unable to sell anything.

Anyway, Dad looked quite cheerful when I saw him yesterday—for the last time,” the policeman explained. “I think he was avenging your mother. Because the deceased was a representative of a company that sold machinery.” I was stunned for a moment, processed my thoughts for about ten minutes, and then responded with mixed feelings. “Then

No wonder he was happy yesterday. That girl is dead now— Father is probably dead and asleep,” the police officer answered me with consideration. “I—I don't think like that. It's like this. Yesterday, your father finally had the opportunity to go see the president of the company in his office. He shot someone in the room dead and then jumped from the building with contract documents in the room. “I was confused, “Well--

I understand correctly.” The police officer took a deep breath before sighing and answering, “Sir. The person your father shot was just a secretary who went in to put up documents. Did you see that this morning's newspaper still reported that the real owner was driving a luxury car to a social event?”