The Day I Landed a Government Job, My Dad Framed Me for Stealing the Neighbor’s Gold Bars
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On the day I was released, Dad personally drove over to pick me up. He wore a crisp suit, and his hair was slicked back with wax. He looked like he was celebrating some huge happy occasion. He even held a bouquet of flowers out to me. “Congratulations, son, you successfully passed Dad’s stress test.” “From now on, Dad won’t test you anymore, because you’ve matured.” I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, and I said, “Thank you so much, Dad!” A crowd of reporters and gossip-hungry onlookers surrounded the prison gates. Dad was an influencer and a PhD in psychology. More than that, he…