I remember I learnt karate at school when I was in grade 1. One day, I realised that the day for getting the certificate from the coach was coming. I really wanted my dad to see me getting that certificate. He promised me he would come to school to support me.
On the certificate distribution day, I went to the hall to wait for my certificate with the other classmates. I could see my friends' parents down the stage cheering for their kids. I kept searching for the skinny body of my father. But I couldn't even see his bald head. I was angry and disappointed. You know, the mixture of sadness and anger is the worst feeling in the world. As a kid, I couldn't beat this feeling. I cried on the stage and it was so embarrassing that I ran out from the hall and ran home. But I didn't know the way actually, so I got lost somewhere in the shopping mall next to my home.
My father scolded me that night and I was still very angry and upset because father fagot his promise. I rushed back to my room and slammed the door.
'Alvin? Alvin? I’m so sorry. You know I really want to come to your graduation ceremony but tonight I had something very important to do which I couldn't miss! I promise I will come next time! Oh come on, Alvin,' said my father outside the door.
'I hate you!!! ' I shouted.
I wasn't a rich kid at that time. All of my friends had a school bag but what I had was a paper bag. If my father was so busy, how come we were still so poor? I didn't even know what his job was.
On the next day, I saw my mum crying and a stranger sat on the sofa when I came home. The stranger had a strong body and a huge scar on his left eye.
He said, 'Alvin, I'm so sorry to tell you that your father was killed in an operation we, the police, carried out today. We surrounded the building which we thought the triad members were hiding in. We had a really huge gun fight. Your dad was killed in the gun fight. If he hadn't died, he would have become the head in our area and earned much more than now…but… sigh…'
The man gave me a fancy school bag. I didn't want a school bag! I wanted my dad… I cried and slapped my face. My mum cried more loudly when she saw me hurting myself. I deeply regretted what I had said to my father but time couldn't go backward…
At my father's funeral, I looked at me father's body and said, ' please, please wake up! I am sorry! I am really really sorry! I didn't mean it! '
All of a sudden, my father's fingers moved a bit. My father's body shook crazily and he popped put from the coffin. His eyes opened I could see blood coming out from his eyes. He roared and bit my neck. Streams of blood poured out from my wound.
'Arrrrrggh!!! Please! Don't!!! ' I shouted .
My dad scratched my body with his fingernails. My skin was all torn out and all of my organs were pulled out and my body was divided into half.
'CUT!!!!!' the director shouted.