I opened my wet eyes, I felt hot, and over whelmed. I thought about all the chores I needed to do the next day. I looked into his eyes in the dark, trying to understand why this was suddenly happening. I realised that I no longer was wearing panties, and I felt like I couldn’t breath. He spent most nights by the tv alone, I would cuddle with him sometimes to keep him company. She was not a happy woman; she was distant and cold most of the time. When he stopped I continued to cry. It happened all over again for what seemed like hours. I spent most of my time doing chores and work books with my mother. “Daddy…” I tried to think of something to say, I felt bad, but good. His hand rubbed my hip and thigh as I dosed off. He held my thigh with his other hand and I couldn’t move even though I tried with all my might. He spent most nights by the tv alone, I would cuddle with him sometimes to keep him company. Something amazing was happening to me, something new.
