who is my father? son.New story. (Episode for everyday)

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In my childhood, my father was my superhero, and I saw the world through my father’s eyes. After a certain stage, I began to see the world through my school friends’ eyes. After another stage, I saw the world through my college friends’ eyes. Then, I wanted to see the world with my own eyes, to hear everything for myself. Whatever we believed, whatever myths we were taught about life, it’s all gone. Here, everyone is different. I feel completely blanked out.

Part -1 {get stuck in somewhere}

A road vehicle was moving fast, and I was standing in the middle of the road, filled with great confusion about which direction I should go. Vehicles were rushing from both sides, moving fast. I decided to move forward and take the left direction. Suddenly, one car slammed on its brakes and shouted at me, “F*** up!” I quickly moved back to my original position, feeling unsure about which direction I really wanted to go. I stood there in the middle of the road, as a pedestrian, watching all the vehicles speed by. Each one was different, but they all were moving fast. The only thing I knew for sure was that I had some emergency work to do. The day transitioned from dawn to sunset, and soon night began. As I stood there, I kept thinking, “Who am I?”

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