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?” she asked sobbing. “Mum, you’re looking at one of his victims. And yes, I killed him.”
That moment, I lost my voice.