The Agents Daughters

My father was a brave man. That's what my mother always tells me, and has been since I was little. I remember him so clearly, like a picture in my mind, he sticks around. He died when I was seven, but nobody told me how or why. Of course I hadn't asked when my mother did tell me back then, but now that I'm seventeen I deserve to know. Why all of a sudden do I wish to know? You see, he came to me in a dream explaining everything that I must do, just as he did years ago. I wanted much more than an explanation of his visit from the grave if he truly is dead. I want to know what my duty is. And most importantly, why did he keep saying I'm a spy? Since my mother won't tell me, I guess it's up to me to find out for myself.