The adoptive father was critically ill, and his wife personally destroyed his last will

Summary

My adopted father was dying. His last wish was to see me perform the traditional art of shadow puppetry, a heritage craft, on national television.

I waited outside the TV station for a day and a night, only to be told that my segment had been cut and replaced by my wife's junior colleague, a guy who could only sing, dance, and rap.

My father passed away, disappointed. I was devastated.

But my wife just blamed me for not being a team player.

"That old-fashioned stuff is for the last century.