I'm currently working as a licensed attorney. I graduated last year and, fortunately, passed the bar exam. Ever since I was a child, I dreamed of becoming a lawyer—someone who can defend the voiceless, the powerless, those who are crushed by our judgmental society.
At such a young age, I had already witnessed far too many innocent people being imprisoned because of false accusations. Investigations dragged on like a turtle when the victims were poor, but the moment money was involved, everything suddenly moved faster than lightning.
It's painful to think about, but this is our reality now. Many government officials are tangled in bribery, heinous crimes, and corruption. These horrors have become rampant in our society—so normalized it makes me question if they even feel guilt anymore. How do they sleep soundly at night, knowing someone cries because of the evil they've done?
I've witnessed how our justice system became blinded by money, and every day it slowly kills our humanity. People are murdered, robbed, abducted—many of them fellow lawyers who stood bravely for the truth. This rotten system, controlled by corrupt officials and poisoned by class-based prejudice, keeps pulling our country down. No wonder we hardly progress.
People always scream, "Where is justice?"
And honestly, witnessing all of this… it drains your spirit. No matter how pure your intentions are, you'll never win if money dictates the outcome. They can manipulate and control the weak-minded prey—people like us.
And that day, I made myself a promise:
I will be the wings that shield the oppressed from these merciless beasts.
I will be the voice of the voiceless, the ears of the unheard, and the eyes of the blind.
I will stand for them. I will fight for the justice they deserve.
And here I am now—slowly turning that promise into reality.
Today, I'm standing inside the towering Supreme Court building, defending my side—defending my father, Mang Karding, my foster parent. Even though I'm not his daughter by blood, he has always loved me like his own.
He's been accused of murdering his closest friend, Adolfo. They had been best friends for years, but one day tragedy struck: Adolfo was found dead inside his own home, and my father was immediately arrested. They claimed he was the culprit. CCTV footage showed he was the last person with Adolfo before he was found lifeless, and certain items discovered in the house were believed to belong to my father. Those things became the basis for his arrest.
But I refuse to believe any of it. My father could never do such a thing—he's too kind, too gentle to even hurt a fly. He raised me from the moment I became an orphan. Someone framed him. Someone with a deep grudge… or someone driven by jealousy. My father is wealthy, owning multiple businesses. Maybe someone disliked how successful he was.