My Saintly Father Tried to Destroy Me
Language: en
My dad, Sebastian Miller, was a total "saint." When I was a kid, he made me give some bread to a homeless man down the street. The man grabbed me and groped me under my clothes. I ran home, sobbing hysterically. But Sebastian just shrugged it off. "So what if he touched you a little? He didn't mean any harm. He just likes kids." "We live in a civilized country. What could he possibly do to you?" When I was ten, Sebastian threw his back out. A neighbor came over, asking him to help move some heavy furniture. I felt bad for my dad, so I told the neighbor the truth about his back and…