There is a time in everyone's life when they must go forward and make a new path. For some it is when they graduate from high school and have to decide what they want to be when they grow up. For other's it is breaking away from the familial traditions and being true to themselves. I would never have that chance. My choices were made for me before I was born. I was my father's son, his servant... his soldier. I would carry his traditions through the generations, following orders, not asking questions... As I watched the blood flow through my fingers and heard her anguished scream shatter in my ears I realized... I had a choice after all...
