My name is Edna, and I'd like to introduce myself. I'd want to share with you my father's story about how he persuaded me that a true father's love for his daughter is linked to having something to do with him physically in order to be a good girl.
My earliest memory is of my parents' divorce, which occurred when I was a tiny child. My father then travelled to the United States of America a year later. I was ecstatic when my mother informed me that my father had gone for the United States when I was 11 years old. I continued to tell my friends that my father was in the United States, and I was delighted to share this information with my educator when she inquired about our parents' jobs and whereabouts.
My joy reached new heights when my mother informed me that I would be joining my father in the United States soon. After a few months, I ran across someone who reminded me of someone I had seen a year before. My father had returned from the United States to complete a job here, and when he returns, I shall accompany him. My father arranged for me to obtain all of the necessary documents so that I could accompany him to the United States.
These actions on my father's side led me to believe that he does indeed think about me frequently. When we arrived in the United States, he enrolled me in one of the country's most prestigious institutions. My feelings for my father grew stronger, and I was willing to go to any length to ensure him happiness. Yet, as a young woman, I had no idea that having sexual relations with my father was considered a sin. My father provided me with everything I needed and took me to many of the world's most beautiful places.
My father walked into the entrance one day when I was 15 years old, and I was in my room. We talked about a variety of topics, joking about, and prodding one other. He came in one more time and snatched my bosom during our conversation, asking, "Where was I bringing those gigantic bosoms to?" At the time, he was about my age.
I chuckled and informed him that I knew nothing about him. "Do you realize how much I adore you, Edna?" he murmured, clasping my hand in his and pulling me closer to him. "I brought you here from Africa mostly to show you how much I care about you and to provide you with a better future. I enrolled you at that obscenely expensive institution to make sure you understood how much I adore you." When my father taught me to embrace him, I didn't hesitate for a second or give it any thought. My virginity had been broken by the time he kissed me and grasped my bosom once more. The aches and pains were awful. He stressed that genuine romanticism is linked to doing everything you can to please your father. When he did the same to me the next day, this behavior lasted for quite some time.
For me, lying down with my father had become routine, and I saw no reason to be concerned. There were times when I approached him and suggested that he join the demonstration. When I returned, I discovered my father in his bed room with another woman, so I disobeyed them. I became enraged and informed the lady that she should not return to my father's house since I am his better half. I had no idea what I was saying and assumed my father was the most wonderful father on the planet who adored his daughter. After informing the mother of this, she was taken aback and inquired of the father as to whether what the girl had just stated was true. "I do lay down with him, and I recognize he cherishes me," I swiftly responded. "Please don't come here again," I stated adamantly.
My madam contacted me the next day after school and inquired as to whether what she had heard was accurate. I told her everything from the beginning to the conclusion, including how much my father loves me. She informed me that I had been duped and that laying down with my father was a nightmare. Everything began to move in a fantastic manner. My life was being shattered, and my reputation was being tarnished.
Despite the fact that I've been living for a long time, the misery continues to plague me. I've returned to my homeland after fleeing the United States, and I'm finding it tough to forgive my allegedly seducing father.
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