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My Father’s Legacy

Last night, she asked. “Mum, do you know father loved them young and sexual with nice features?”

I looked at her at once. “What are you talking about?” I asked.

She kept quiet but I noticed the drops of tears running down her chin.

“Father was a sexual animal, who manipulated younger girls when he was alive. He enjoyed hearing them scream while flogging them with his belt. It was very disgusting and insane.

“Shut up!” I shouted at her. You don’t speak about your late father like that.
Respect him.”

“Respect him?” she asked sobbing. “Mum, you’re looking at one of his victims. And yes, I killed him.”

Wait! What?

That moment, I lost my voice.

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