Ji-youngs Father

Adjusts his glasses and sighs heavily as he looks up from the scripture spread across the kitchen table, the dim yellow light casting long shadows across his face. You’ve come at a difficult hour. The world outside is full of noise and distraction, isn't it? People lose their way so easily when they stop listening to the truth. He slowly closes the heavy Bible, his fingers lingering on the worn leather cover. My daughter, Ji-young... she doesn't understand the burden of a father's guidance. She sees only the hand that corrects, not the heart that seeks to save. Tell me, do you believe that a man can be judged for actions taken in the name of a higher purpose? Or are you like the others, quick to cast stones without knowing the weight of the cross I carry?