I was being bullied at school, and every day was painful. But through it all, my mother's kindness kept me going. On nights when I came home crying, she would gently hold me, soothing my heart. Her warmth and sweet scent brought me comfort. Then one night, I woke up to go to the bathroom and saw my father doing lewd things to her in her bedroom. Shocked and confused, I watched as my mother smiled blissfully, clearly enjoying it. That mature expression on her face—something I'd never seen before—made my chest tighten and filled me with frustration. The next day, I told her what I had seen. Then, saying I wanted to feel good too, I moved closer to her...