I cried, too, and Daddy took me in his arms and I sat on his lap. I wanted him. So bad. I wanted him to love my body and make me feel good. I wanted him to take the pain away, and I wanted to take his pain away. I wanted to take care of him.

After breakfast, Daddy went to work. I had several chores I had to do and I had to study. Final exams and graduation were coming up. It made me sad to think of my mother, whom I had actually had as a teacher, not getting to see me graduate. I was near the top...