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" Come sit with me" my dad said, as he tapped the empty space beside him, " I would love to have a little father to daughter talk with you" he said, I let out the air I have been holding for a long time.

Why does the father to daughter talk now, of all time, " ok dad" I sighed as I sat beside him, holding my clothes firmly, " lily my dear, I know you are no longer the girl I carried on my hands sixteen years ago"...

I kept staring at him, waiting for him to be done with he sermon, I need to dispose a dead human head, I yelled within me, and I was as silent as a coffin as I sat close to my dad, " I know you are all grown up now, I just want to give to advise on how to love"

Is this not my mom's part to play? Why is he telling me that I listened to him silently? His grammatical pause was making me wild, " you are in college now, and I know I can't watch all your moves, and you are seeing a lot of men, from different countries, states, even planets".

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