I lived a life of luxury with my strict father and kind mother. My mother would sometimes come out of her bedroom in the middle of the night and cry, but I didn't know what it was. Eventually, I reached my birthday and reached an age where people around me considered me an adult. Then my father raped me. He said he'd always wanted to have sex with me. My mother immediately noticed something was wrong and left, mistaking that I had seduced my father. I somehow felt like I understood why my mother was crying at that time.