Everytime I wear shorts, father’s eyes are always on my legs.
He was staring at my legs even today.
No matter how many times I ask him not to stare at my body, it’s of no use.
Because he just doesn’t change his ways.
He just doesn’t stop.
I no longer want to live in this house and suffer this way.
Please give me what I asked for and put an end to my suffering.
I’ve already proved myself enough.