The Importance of Seeing Your Father Again

When I saw my father again, of course, he had no hair. He just got out prison camp. And other things, I didn't even feel anything. That's like what I'm still like he's like, I feel nothing. His eyes were just hello and empty. Then he was starting singing songs like I didn't do enough for my country. Like he was so guilty that he was not a revolutionary whole. And in so many that was worse than killing him. He killed his soul permanently that he never came back. To his body, he figured that the crime that he committed for the region. to his death, but he told me never betrayed like the theater.