This is not heat.

"Did your father know?"

"Mama!"

"Don't mama, me. Tell me, Eveline, did your father know that you haven't experienced your first heat yet?" My mother growled and I almost shit my pants. I haven't seen my mother this angry before.

She looked dangerous.

"Mama, let Eva breathe. You can't bombard her with questions after she confessed something this important, and sad." My sister tried to calm her down but it was not happening, instead, she made matters worse.

"Amelia get out!" She growled and she ran out of the room, giving me pitiful eyes. She didn't even question her decision or talk back.

I was in real trouble.

"I am not going to ask you again, Eveline." She glared at me, and I looked down in shame.

It was not my fault that my father and I talked about everything. It has been like that since I was a child. I don't know why, but it was easy to talk to him. He was always supportive even when I asked him not to tell mama about this until I was ready to do it myself.

"He knew," I c