"A man killed himself for saving his money from a robber. The robber is also found killed in his room. Now, people. This is an act of greediness. Don't be like this man."
I heard the newscaster reporting news about what he thinks happened to me. The first part is true but his description to me is a lie.
To know the whole story, I want to introduce myself first.
I am Kind Lopez. I am currently a college student and at the same time, a working student. Having an opportunity to go to college is the best thing that happened to me. I know this will not just benefit me but also to my parents.
I came from a poor family. Both of my parents don't have a job but we still manage to survive because of the sympathy that we are receiving from the foreigners near our house. They are the reason why I got the education that I really dream of.
So moving on, let us start with the first and second year of College. It actually went well. I manage to catch up with the education and I became a competitive student. That made me a candidate for Dean's Lister.
However, when I am in my third year. A lot of problems came. My mother left us while my father got sick. When we went to the doctor, we found out that he already has a stage 4 cancer.
I know my father needs treatment and it also needs money. Instead of asking money from the foreigners who help us, I decided to work.
I know that the foreigners already did enough by sending me to College so I realized that I should do this on my own this time.
I work hard in the past few days as a store clerk and a tutor for 4 students. I do my job all night while I have class all day. This is really a no sleep schedule.
I am tired, hungry and in pain but I know that I can't stop. This is all for the man who sacrifices all of his life to me. I can't give up.
One day, I came back to the hospital so I could hear the progress of my father. I am nervous at first but it faded when the doctor said a really good news. There will only be one operation and my father will be back to normal. I jumped out of excitement and I went back home quickly.
While I am in my bed, I couldn't stop smiling for it is the best news that I have heard for this day. I am about to sleep when I heard a noise from the kitchen. I don't know why but I am feeling something strange.
I try closing my eyes but I can't. And then suddenly, a black figure points his flashlight to me and I could see a man with an all-black outfit. His flashlight point to me and then to the piggy bank that has my savings for my father's operation.
I saw him running to it but I tried to stop him. He quickly pull something from his pocket and I saw that it is a knife. He quickly stabbed me in my chest but I fight so he could not get the money.
The truth is...I am not thinking of the money. I am thinking of my father who will not be treated from his cancer. I am thinking of the man who sacrifice a lot to me. I am thinking of the life of the man who only cares for me.
I could die right now but I can't stand seeing my father dying. I hope when I die, people would see the true intentions of the piggy bank.
I am not greedy. I am not a money person. I am not selfish. I am not like other people.
All this time, I am fighting for my father. I hope he can understand me because I am just a son who wants to provide a better life for him.
I know it will be hard to not see me again, dad, but believe it or not, I did this because of you. I just want you to know that I love you. I always do.