My father. He loved women. Adored their whole being. To him, women were a rare fine dust from the stars that once graced the sky. They were beings of light that shone through the dark blankets of the night."Desperate to help the lost men on earth, the Lord gifted each with a bright light to guide them in their journey of life." That's what he believed. His one in many reasons of why he took on two wives -none of which were my own mother. Wives who would give him sons and nothing but sons to continue the surname. Continue and expend not only his lineage but his precious empire.That's what my father believed in, what he wanted to see through. But then I happened.The only daughter out of five sons. Like the fine star dusts that were gifted to men, I expected to be cherished by my father as his one and only gift of light. But all I received was dirt to the face and a gun thrown my way to become a dog in his empire.My father, he love women. Adored their whole being, loved his power, his empire, his wealth...And so, that is what I took from him
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