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I always wondered about him. Mother never said a word, save for that he had died before I was born, so I knew it was up to me to find out on my own.
I waited until a night she went out, as the guards were mainly concerned about threats to her rather than to me. She went everywhere with an entourage, which worked to my advantage if I wished to look in her files.
I suppose it could have been considered a traitorous action in and of itself, breaking into her personal office as I did. But at the time, I was not thinking as I should have. Besides, there had to be a reason she had told me all the passwords and keycodes, for times like this, correct? At least that was what I told myself.
Sitting at her desk, I gave the computer all the necessary passwords to get into the system. My hands were shaking as I brought up employee files, clicking on my own. Only a first name was given under Father's Name, so I cross-referenced it with employees from that time.
One result.
I gulped. One click away, and I would know what it was my mother was keeping from me. I nearly felt sick, and for a moment debated if I should do it or not.
*click*
There he was, staring back at me. It seemed I looked more like him than like Mother; same dark eyes, same skin tone, even his expression was the one I bore on a regular basis. She told me I was my father's son, but had always used it as an insult.
Reading the bio more, I found out why.
Seven months before I was born, he sold inside secrets to the police, and was executed as a traitor.
I do not clearly recall returning to my room, only that I was there when she came home. I had written something down on the pad of paper on my desk, but could only read one part from it.
/He betrayed us, not me/
But she saw that her computer had been left on, and yet again called me my father's son.
I waited until a night she went out, as the guards were mainly concerned about threats to her rather than to me. She went everywhere with an entourage, which worked to my advantage if I wished to look in her files.
I suppose it could have been considered a traitorous action in and of itself, breaking into her personal office as I did. But at the time, I was not thinking as I should have. Besides, there had to be a reason she had told me all the passwords and keycodes, for times like this, correct? At least that was what I told myself.
Sitting at her desk, I gave the computer all the necessary passwords to get into the system. My hands were shaking as I brought up employee files, clicking on my own. Only a first name was given under Father's Name, so I cross-referenced it with employees from that time.
One result.
I gulped. One click away, and I would know what it was my mother was keeping from me. I nearly felt sick, and for a moment debated if I should do it or not.
*click*
There he was, staring back at me. It seemed I looked more like him than like Mother; same dark eyes, same skin tone, even his expression was the one I bore on a regular basis. She told me I was my father's son, but had always used it as an insult.
Reading the bio more, I found out why.
Seven months before I was born, he sold inside secrets to the police, and was executed as a traitor.
I do not clearly recall returning to my room, only that I was there when she came home. I had written something down on the pad of paper on my desk, but could only read one part from it.
/He betrayed us, not me/
But she saw that her computer had been left on, and yet again called me my father's son.