"I am sorry, I don't think I am ready anymore…! I don’t think that I am ready to be involved in this!" Shouting, I curled my hands in a fist, trying to cover my ears again to stop this unbearable sound but Father held my arms.

"What do you mean you didn't think? You know who and what we are, don't you? Why the hesitation? You are going to do this someday so why not now?" Father asked furiously.

I was horrified, traumatized. Father never scolded me before, never got angry with me and he began to scare me.

"Father, please…" I begged, tears streaming down my face, blurry vision...