The letter of a daughter:
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Dear Father,
You never taught me about flowering. Or what love means. I had to learn about the wrong version of sex from others. And you're doing exactly the opposite of the things you taught me such as; not to lie, respect others, have some sense of responsibility, and sacrifice for your loved ones. You begin everyday with a scowl, and end it with a curse. Yet you complain about who I am and who I should have been.
ns 15.158.61.54da2
