Dad died today.
It is the happiest day of my life.
On the outside, I appear sober. I drop my voice when I speak, drag my feet when walking and wear the same clothes all day.
But inside? Oh! That's a different matter. I have joy that I fight to keep from erupting. Victory song after another is queued in my mind: didn't know I was such a DJ. It is to keep myself from waltzing rather than walking that I drag my feet.
My prayers have been answered.
Dad molested me for three years. From the day, in JSS Two, he came back from work early and saw my chest had budded.
I told mom and she warned me never to tell such fibs again. So, I shut up and became mom's unofficial, and unwilling mate.
Dad spread his tentacles to my cousin who came on a visit. She was a year and some months older than me.
According to her, he'd forced himself on her the first night. She was ready when he returned.
As he was about to penetrate, he felt a sharp pain. He looked down to find his manhood severed by a surgical knife.
He bled to death.
*image from klipartz.com
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