The smell of whiskey burning my throat, the taste of salty tears, daddy’s tongue touching my tongue, his hands wandering on my back, tearful voice begging in my ear. I reached and kissed tear. We were two orphans hugging each other on the dirty bed of dimly lit room. It’s a feeling I never expected. It was wrong, I know. They were arguing with my mom before they left. I want a brutal animal to destroy in my garden. My with little carrot daddy’s heartbroken and unhappy. He slept until noon today. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t hide his tears while watching romantic comedies. Can my little mind handle this? I heard daddy crying in his room. I opened wide my legs and lifted heels up. But all these positive add’s didn’t prevent such an ideal husband from being abandoned. All the few women in his life left him, including my mom. He paused for a moment, wasn’t even halfway but hit the walls of the corridor and got stuck. I shivered as his wet mouth reached my breasts. He was exploring by touch and digging
