A chain smoker. A decade-long drug addict. An abusive and unfaithful husband. An irresponsible father.
Yes. That’s me.
It is surely surprising for you to see me here. Seating in the middle of your holy house.
Honestly, I never planned to go to you. I have never went to you, in fact. Maybe the first and the last time that I stepped into your sacred home was when I was christened. And then just a day after that you killed my mom. Then my abusive and irresponsible dad, well, like father like son, left me too.
That’s how unfair you have been to me!
I learned to steal food to survive, even when I’m just three. I have evolved to a full-blown criminal with gangs as the family that you never let me have. I never get married, I have loved one woman only, but that doesn’t mean I was a good partner.
You cannot blame me, though. Because you’ve been unfair to me. Until now… you’re unfair to me.
So why the hell am I here?
For her, the only person that loved me despite my dark side.
For the first time and for the last time, I am begging you to please let her live.
I will not blame you, though I really badly want to curse you because you’ve been unfair to me! But for the sake of my five-year-old granddaughter, I am down on bended knees, please let her live.
She is the reason why my daughter let me live with them. She is the reason why her mom accepted me. It’s because of her, why I am now with my family after so many years.
She’s the only person who talks to me. She’s the only kid who considers me as a family. Her smiles are like sun rays. Her laughter are like chimes from heaven. She is my joy, she is my light.
And… she’s so young.
You can take me because my life has been wasted ever since. So come on! Take me!
But please… oh Lord… let my granddaughter live.
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