My father was an anti-drug policeman who died on the front line. I have had a dream since I was a child to restart my father's police siren.
When I learned that my scores could be applied to the police academy, I immediately called my mother to tell my mother the good news.
But my mother was furious: "You're a second-rate guy like you, and you still want to be a policeman? Reactivate your dad's police siren?! Don't embarrass your dad! Get out!"
I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave, and when I returned home in despair, I was surrounded by drug addicts in a dark alley.
"I heard that your father, Zhao Tianhai, is an anti-narcotics expert and has taught many famous disciples, so that you guys can't even buy some goods? Come, follow me and let's talk!"
Of course I refused to obey and resisted to the death.
The opponent was obviously prepared. The sharp knife pierced my lower back and took away all my strength.
Before losing consciousness, I remembered the last words my mother said to me.
Mom, have I really disgraced my father?
