Your Remorse Is Five Years Too Late
After my eight-year-old twin sister was kidnapped, my dad became the person who wished for my death more than anyone else in the world.
He would always say, "Zachary is an ungrateful brat! A good-for-nothing!"
So, when the news of my disappearance reached the school, my dad leads everyone in cheers. He even spreads word of my misdeeds everywhere.
"Zachary stole a poor student's tuition fees and even made a false police report accusing the teacher of hitting him!"
"That's right! He even helped traffickers kidnap children—his own sister was almost sold by him! I hope he dies soon!"
Five years later, my memories are extracted and projected onto a large display screen.
And yet my dad, who hates me to the core and wishes for my death, falls to his knees and begs for my forgiveness the moment he learns of my death.