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I don't want this kind of life. Never even asked for it, but suddenly I was in this spot, in front of many people in a huge hall. I stood with a powerful stance. At least that's what I'm trying to do, and it's a position that people like me don't want and don't deserve. position of prime minister

A great burden that binds me like steel chains.

When in public I am a symbol of hope, a new generation, young, daring to challenge the age-old power of conservative dinosaurs. But the truth that no one knows is that I am just a puppet being manipulated by the man standing behind my father, Mr. Tai.

Since I can remember Dad prepared me for this position. Always telling me that I must become prime minister. It's not because he's confident in me. But because he saw me as just a tool to get him everything he wanted. The hurtful thing is Dad is a smart person. accepted by others

But I am my real child. However, none of his DNA was recovered.

when I was young I always thought that my father was a hero. He is the best. Smarter than anyone I've ever met. Controlling and manipulating everyone Everything is always in the palm of his hand. But when I get older I began to see cracks that couldn't be concealed. There was a dark evil behind his smile.

The way he talks to other people Even myself, who is my daughter Every action is part of a grand plan that I don't understand and don't want to understand.

Becoming Prime Minister It's not because I work hard or am more talented than anyone else. But it was because of his father's power and money. He put me in this position because he knew he could control me. Just like I've done all my life.

His first few months as Prime Minister went smoothly. I did as he commanded. Sign every document he gives you. and reciting lines he wrote to speak in front of the public. It's easier and definitely better than my brain coming up with the words on its own.

I didn't think that the guilt would penetrate and consume me with every breath I took.

It started with a small sound. Inside my head that bothers me But that voice disappeared when Father reassured me, “You did what was best for this country. Don't worry, child,” he said softly before patting my head. But as time passed The sin was so loud inside my heart that I couldn't sleep.

I began to see the consequences of what I was doing. People are suffering from the economic crisis. Lower class people whose blood and sweat have been paid for by the capitalists. How many lives have died and lost even hope of living because of my orders? No matter how much I want to close my ears, close my eyes, and turn away. But deep inside I know full well. That it was my fault

Every time I look in the mirror I don't see myself anymore. A woman full of brightness and dreams of living a free and happy life. That woman has already died. Right now, there was only a young woman whose eyes were vacant and without any sparkle. The shadow that is reflected is just a puppet that has to bear the love, ambition, and endless greed of the father.

Mr. Tai quickly noticed my abnormality. No matter how hard I tried to act normal, I couldn't escape my father's gaze. “Don't act weak. Don't question, don't doubt.” He gripped my shoulders tightly before staring intently. His eyes were cold and expressionless, terrifying. My body trembled nonstop before I collapsed to my knees on the floor of the room. I'm really afraid of my father. Even looking into his eyes I still don't dare.

The more I try to escape The more you try to move away He squeezed me tighter and wouldn't let go. When I saw the country that was slowly collapsing, a feeling of anger and hatred within my father erupted until my body was hot. But what's more, I hate myself even more for letting him control my life to this extent.

Sometimes I wonder What will it be like? If I walk away and never come back You don't have to see that man's face again. I'm probably going to live in the suburbs. Take a leisurely stroll without thinking too hard about anything. Don't have to be forced and oppressed. There was no need for my father's people to follow me like a prisoner locked up like this.

Just thinking about it, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. But the harsh reality pulls me back. I'm stuck here and there's no escape.

As several months passed I couldn't bear the weight of my emotions. Every day, Father's plan came to fruition. His cruelty was more than I ever imagined. Newly established laws The power of capitalist groups is increasing more and more. The rich oppress the poor. People in power are above the law.

Rulers of the law are paid to ignore wrongdoing, and in this day and age, a person's worth depends on who you belong to. Even though some people protest against it, Father will use money, power, laws, and social media. to keep the mouths shut and suppress the heads of the people

I could only stand and watch what was happening from the sidelines. without resistance I can only be the front man, the sinner for my father. Every signature of mine makes people angry. My face makes people curse. The laughter of the capitalists did not soften the cries of the grassroots in the slightest.

The smile I had built up began to crumble. There were many nights when I couldn't fall asleep. And even if I can sleep, there are only nightmares that haunt me and I won't let go.

“Huh,” I gasped, covering my face with both trembling hands. Will this nightmare stay with me forever? While laughing and crying, a thought suddenly appeared in my brain, a thought that could end this nightmare.

“As soon as he dies, the matter is over.” I smiled. But suddenly I came to my senses. Feel the fear in your own thoughts Even though violence was something I had always avoided, the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. My father will never stop. He will constantly force, oppress, and manipulate me.

The only way to stop him There can only be death!

But can I really do it? Can I really take away the life of the person who raised me since birth? This question has been floating around in my head for many days. The image of my father who has always protected me and the image of the beast that eats up this country and won't let go. The two images overlapped in my father's identity.

“Prime Minister, please help me.” A citizen's voice came out as he held his baby in his arms. Inside a hospital full of patients They didn't even have the money to maintain themselves. Not having the ability to help family members Hands that are rough and stained with sand and dirt Holding my hand tightly

Her eyes trembled until tears streamed out of them. The other person almost bowed at my feet to save her child.

I looked around at this hospital whose funds were seized to buy weapons for the soldiers. according to father's orders

I held the other person's hand before helping her. My heart was shattered by the reality in front of me. Every second I hesitated and did nothing like this, people died and suffered. I clenched my fists and raised my tear-filled face.

'I have to stop Dad. No matter what you have to do!'

All this time I was controlled by fear. afraid to make mistakes afraid to fail Fear of disappointing his father, but now that fear has been transformed by anger into determination to take him down.

I started planning Which is not easy at all. Why must we maintain the image of a puppet prime minister for our father to see? Sign documents, attend meetings, and go to the area to create an image for the people to see. At this point, Father still doesn't know. That a bird that has been locked up in a cage all its life is like a mouse. will think of betraying him who is like the king of life

I began to study more of my father's daily routine, every schedule, every action, all the time. I studied everything about him. Even the layout of the house Security guard time Everything my father taught me I will adopt it all. to overthrow him

One night when father was still working hard Drowning myself in a pile of documents I watched him with blind eyes. Without love and longing I walked in quietly. before closing the door The father didn't even lift his head to greet his daughter. "Dad," I said calmly even as my heart pounded so hard it nearly exploded.

Father looked up in surprise. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I need to talk to dad.”

“Is there something wrong?” Father frowned before placing the document in his hand. He looked visibly annoyed. Dad is probably upset that a puppet like me would say something he didn't order.

“I will never do what Father tells me to do again,” I said with trembling hands. Just a sound Father stared at me blankly. His eyes were as ferocious as a demon in disguise.

“Are you going to disobey Father?!” Father's eyes flashed with anger. The atmosphere in the room radiated a pressure that made my legs tremble non-stop.

Don't give up, I can't back down now. Just this time The last time Please give me one last strength.

I didn't answer anything back. But my eyes no longer avoided my father's gaze. Dad got up quickly. angry face

“You ungrateful son of a bitch. Everything you have now Who do you think you got it from? Clothes, food, position, I gave it all to you!” Father walked over and pushed my forehead until I had to keep moving backwards.

“Without me, people like you are nothing!” His cold voice was like a knife cutting into my heart. But it didn't hurt me.

Because this heart died a long time ago.

“I know,” I said, my heart breaking. Suddenly, blood flowed from Father's mouth.

“!” He held his hand over his mouth in a panicked manner. It was as if he didn't know what had happened.

“Is the cake delicious, Father?” I smiled sadly at him. For dinner, I had made him a cake without telling him that I made it. The amount of medicine administered was enough to take his life. painlessly

“You!” Dad shouted, stumbling towards the door and shouting for his bodyguard. I smiled at him.

“No one's coming, Father. It's during my shift change right now. Until they come We probably aren't here anymore.” I walked over and hugged him from behind. With blood flowing from me as well.

Just a few moments Father's breath died in my embrace. As long as he stays This country will never be safe. As long as he stays His greed and ambition will never end.

I walked over to my father's desk. Of course, a smart person like Dad A lot of evidence must be gathered to bring charges against the people who work for Father, including police, soldiers, politicians, and magnates.

Dark evidence that could end their lives. I looked at the many documents on the screen. A sweet smile appeared. I sent all the information to the reporter. both domestically and abroad

From now on, no matter how much money and power they have, cannot defeat the supreme power that belongs to the people. Where will this country go next?

Let the people decide.

I coughed up blood. My breath began to flow heavily. The picture in front of me began to fade. I carried my body, with barely any strength left, to my father. I held him in my arms. Even though he's evil But I don't want to live without him.

The image of a kind and talented father comes back to my memories. The warm touch that dad used to rub my head is still clear.

in the last moment I hugged him tightly before saying what I wanted to say the most.

“I love you, Dad.”