They say your 20th birthday is the start of adulthood. For me, it was the day my world flipped upside down. No, I didn’t get a car or a surprise vacation, what I got was truth. Heavy truth. Truth that shook me to my core
My dad, who disappeared when I was five, is actually the runaway son of a powerful criminal warlord. The kind of man you hear about in whispers. The one whose name alone can make people disappear. And my sweet, gentle mom? She’s the daughter of a legendary secret agent who trained spies for a living. All my life, I thought I was ordinary. But it turns out, I’m the product of two opposite worlds darkness and light and now, both want me as their heir.
For a full day, I couldn’t speak. I sat on my bed and stared at the ceiling like it would suddenly spell out the right answer. What do you do when your entire life feels like a well-written movie plot? Which side do you choose when one promises power and loyalty, and the other, purpose and justice?
Dad’s side came first. Men in black suits. Guns at their waists. They told me about the empire hidden money, connections, loyalty that runs deeper than blood. They said I’d never have to worry again. That family protects its own.
Then came mom’s people. Clean-cut, professional. Calm but firm. They didn’t offer riches. They offered responsibility. Legacy. The chance to be part of something bigger, to carry on the mission to protect people, not destroy them.
I sat alone in my room that night, shaking. I remembered being hungry sometimes. I remembered my mom crying in the bathroom when she thought I couldn’t hear. I remembered being bullied at school and feeling like I had no one.
But I also remembered the little things how my mom never stopped believing in love. How she taught me to be kind, even when life wasn’t. How, even in pain, she still chose the right thing.
I knew then: I can’t be my dad. I can’t lead an empire built on fear and blood. I may have his genes, but I don’t have to wear his name. I didn’t choose the world I was born into, but I can choose the legacy I leave behind.
So, I picked mom’s side. Not because it was easy, but because it was right
But I’m not naïve. I know my dad’s people won’t let me go that easily. I’m not safe. Every day forward will be a battle. But I’m ready. Not because I have all the answers, but because I’ve finally found my voice.
And I won’t let either side define me. I will write my own story
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