Note.

Everytime I step out of the bedroom and father comes inside the bedroom, his eyes are always on my body.

Either he keeps looking at me or looks at me with the corner of his eyes.

After everything that he did my whole life,

Whenever he does this, it puts me in immense trauma.

My body is always on alert.

I don’t know how many times I have to speak about this for him to stop.

I don’t know why I’m continuing to live in this hell, when I’m already successful and I can just move out.

I don’t know what exactly I’m waiting for.