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The first time my Heartbreak, was when my Biological Father told me that I killed my mother. For a seven-year-old Kid who had already lost her beloved Mother, these should not have been the first words to hear. Yet, my foolish father was never one to follow the expected path. Being the daughter I was, I just apologize to my father, obediently knelt down as I had been taught... How pitiable it must have appeared—a seven-year-old girl bowing before her father. And he didn't even bother to assist me in standing up; he left me there. Just let me there without a word.
The second time was again caused by him.
And the third time.
And all the other times he was in the same room as me. The subsequent occasions that my heart was shattered were all instigated by him.
And the cycle continued.
730 Times he broke my heart, in any particular. Each one uniquely painful. The first person who tries to fix the shards of my broken Heart was my real Father. He would put the pieces step by step together.
And now the first Shards falls again. Experiencing that familiar heartbreak once more.
Sorry, Appa.
I find myself entangled in a cruel love once again. But it hurts too good, to just give it up. Once more, I've become ensnared in a trap.
