My uncle once asked me, ‘Are you a virgin?’ when I was already 27 years old. From that moment, I started to be afraid of him. And a few days later, when he took me to a hotel outside the city, he leaned close to my ear by the pool and whispered, ‘After the pool, come up to my room…

Why had he brought me here?

Why a hotel?

Why couldn’t he simply tell me what he wanted?

Twice, I almost grabbed my bag and left.

But then I thought about my father.

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