A previous political event made me realize my passion for political affairs. It was an important rally, and many people threw themselves into it and fought for their rights.
I realized that everyone should fight for their own rights, not sit idly by.
I knew I had to leave to pursue my life, but looking at the helpless eyes of my family, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
I knew I wanted to be a supporter in the family, but at the same time I didn't want to sacrifice my dreams and my future.
"You can't go!" my brother held my hand tightly, his eyes full of anxiety and helplessness.
"I know you need me, but I also have my life. I will try my best to take care of my father and the affairs of the family, but I can't give up on my dreams.
"What are we going to do? Mother is gone, and the house is in shambles. My sister said with tears in her eyes.
"We'll get used to it, and I'll be coming back to see you often. "I tried to comfort them.
Even though I stood in front of them, looking at their helpless eyes, my heart ached. But I knew that I had to take this step to pursue my dreams and freedom.
"You have to take good care of your father, and you can't leave him alone. I told my younger siblings.
"We got it. You can do your thing. My brother said, patting me on the shoulder.
After leaving home, I began to concentrate on politics. This rally had a profound impact on me, and I am determined to work hard for the good of the people.
Although my younger siblings promised to take care of my dad, I was always worried about their abilities and attitudes.
However, I received a phone call that made my heart sink instantly. My brother called and said that my father was in the hospital because of his illness.
This news left me in a dilemma. I understand that things at home need me, but I can't bear to let go of what I'm doing.
But my family's concern for me made it impossible for me to ignore it.
I finally decided to go home and see how my father was doing. When I was at home, I found it worrying that my younger siblings were taking care of my father.
I understand that there needs to be someone in the family to take on more responsibilities.
During this time, I have felt the tension between family and work. I understand my responsibilities, but at the same time I have my own dreams and pursuits.
Even though I stood in front of them, looking at their helpless eyes, my heart ached. But I knew that I had to take this step to pursue my dreams and freedom.
Back in the city, I began to engage in political activities, participating in various rallies and demonstrations. I love this atmosphere of struggle, but my family doesn't understand it.
One day, I attended an important demonstration, and when I got home late at night, my father was sitting in the living room waiting for me.
"You're back late again. Father said in a cold tone.
"I'm sorry, there's an important event today and I have to stay. I explained.
"Are these things so important to you? don't you worry about things at home?" complained the father.
I looked at my father, and a trace of contradiction welled up in my heart. I know he needs me, but at the same time I aspire to contribute to the cause of politics.
A few months later, I received a letter from a family member. She was a teacher in the orphanage where I grew up, a person I will never forget.
This rule tested me severely. I could feel what my family was expecting of me, and I knew that my father and younger siblings would have difficulties in life during this time.
To this day, I'm still struggling. I know that whatever decision I make will hurt myself or my family.
I can't have peace in my heart, but I believe that one day, I will make the right choice.