What I am most proud of is that I never revealed the whereabouts of my father, a policeman, until my death.
I was even more excited that I died on the way to find the birthday gift my dad gave me.
But when the criminal investigation expert wondered whether the headless female corpse was me, my father sneered:
"If she really thinks she has the honor to celebrate this birthday, she deserves to die!"
I suddenly realized that it was a joke my father played on me that night.
But he didn't know that his joke had killed the daughter he hated most.
