My name is Daniel. We live in one of the most luxurious cities in France. My mother, father, brother and I are a very peaceful family. Our financial situation is also very good. Usually my father is at work from morning to evening. On the days when there is no school, I go traveling with my mother and sister.
I don’t know what my father does and I don’t care. But I’m really curious. My father always tells me that he has a factory, and when I ask him what he does in this factory, he says he does business. I don’t even know where his factory is and I’m starting to think there’s something wrong with that. I can’t say this openly to my father because he will get mad at me, it would be better if I figure it out myself but I have no idea how to solve this. While I was thinking about these, my brother entered the room and said that dinner was ready and that I should go downstairs. I went downstairs, sat at the table and remembered my homework for tomorrow. In my assignment, I had to build a model building and for this I had to go down to the basement and get the items. When I went down to the basement, I found a few items, and when I was about to go upstairs, I noticed that a closet was locked. When I went and tried to open it, it did not open. It had a very strong lock. I’d better forget about this and do my homework. I was going to check the closet tomorrow. When I went down to the basement the next day, there was no one at home. This was a great opportunity for me. While I was thinking about how to unlock this cabinet, I remembered the keys I saw in my father’s watch drawer. Maybe those keys could be the keys to this closet. When I went and tried it, it didn’t hurt at all. When I looked inside, I saw a few pieces of files and documents. I took these and took them to my room. Since the basement was very dark, I thought I could examine it better with the light of my room, but I didn’t know when my parents would come home. If they saw me like this when I got home, I’d be finished. When I opened it and looked inside, I saw several letters written in business handwriting. When I read these, I understood very well what my father’s job was. My father was smuggling organs by bribing people. I couldn’t believe it. One of these files contained the list of people my father killed, the other contained the list of people my father bribed, and the other contained the last words of the victims. When I examined the documents, I saw the receipt for the money my father sent to these people.
I wish I hadn’t learned that my father was doing such a job and I hadn’t wondered so much. Was I living off the money I earned this way? Frankly, I am disgusted with this life I live. I won’t be able to see my father as much anymore.