Life was peaceful with a strict father and a loving mother. Sometimes my mother would run out of her bedroom crying in the middle of the night, but I didn't understand why. Eventually, I reached the age everyone considered an adult. Then my father raped me. He told me he had always wanted to have sex with me. My mother immediately realized something was wrong, thinking I had seduced my father, and left. At that moment, I felt like I understood why my mother had cried.
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