mature for sensitive

me: d-da..dad... why... why did u hurt me?
dad: you are useless, I told u don't touch that perfum, and u touch it and broke it

me: but it was an accident...
dad: *hit me again*

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this happen like 16 years ago, i remmeber my father get mad and hit me till i get injured, few months later, i realized that PERFUM i broke , was a gift from another woman, who my father were dating (when he was actually married).

the father day always remmember me this image in my memory, and i start to hate my own father...