Ever since I caught my daddy having sëx with another man. A male like him.
My dad and I have not been in good terms, we started ignoring each other and avoiding each other's company and face.

Dad wasn't doing it with just a man, it was a man I knew. It was Uncle George. My mom's boss.

I was in the university and we had a long holiday because of a big fight that occurred in my school, so I decided to come home without telling anyone. I wanted to make it a surprise.

I did not know that I would see what I wasn't expecting to see. The house seemed emty but I was hearing a noise when I tiptoed in.
I went into the living room and saw them!
I did not know what be do, so I ran out and went straight to my friend's house.
When it was getting dark, I called my mom and she told me she had travelled and would be back in two days time. (No wonder dad and uncle George were bold enough to do that in our house and of all rooms- the living room!)

I stayed at my friend's house for another day before going home, I would target the time dad wouldn't be at home before going home. I did not want to see his face. I did not know what to tell him or ask him. I did not know what to fee. Surprise? Shock? Anger? Hatred?
Just - what!

I couldn't bring myself to tell my mother or anyone. Even when she came back, she noticed that the atmosphere between dad and I was strong and tense.
But no one was ready to answer her unasked questions.

It was three weeks after I went back to school that dad sent me a hand written letter.
It had never happened before. I was the apple of his eyes and we usually communicate on phone calls when I'm in school.
For the first time in many years, tears welled up in my eyes when I read the beginning of his letter, which read-

"My boy, I am sorry.. I know I..." I couldn't continue. I never would. I squeezed the paper and threw it into my dust pan.

Till this minute, I don't know what to do.

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