I grew up without any hardships under the care of a strict father and a kind mother. My mother would sometimes run out of her bedroom at night and cry, but I didn't know why. Eventually, I turned the age where people around me started calling me an adult. Then my father raped me. He said he had always wanted to have sex with me. My mother quickly noticed something was wrong and mistakenly thought that I had seduced my father before leaving. At that moment, I somehow felt like I understood why my mother used to cry…
