A thirty-year-old daughter and her father's incestuous relationship. When I was in my first year of high school, the regular customer at the snack bar where my mother worked became my father. Though never officially married, we lived together as a family in a common-law relationship. But from one day onward, he began approaching me not just as a father, but as another man. This relationship has continued for over ten years, and even now our bond runs deep—I love him. Even if my mother were to find out, I couldn't live without him. This overwhelming emotion grips my heart.