My father was a glorious anti-narcotics policeman, but he was accidentally exposed during the line of duty and died in the line of duty. At the funeral, my mother almost fainted from crying and repeatedly begged my brother not to become an anti-narcotics policeman. However, my brother restarted my father's police siren after graduating from the police academy. At that time, I was only in the second grade of junior high school. I had just come back from school and as soon as I opened the door, I heard my mother yelling at her near collapse.
