"Touch me, Mr. Black." My words kept echoing in my own ears. Talk about being an i***t. I was calling him a molestor was touching me without permission few minutes before asking him to touch me.
My father often told me that I think less. That my actions are more impulsive than anyone else in our family.
'You don't think before speaking. Your actions are not the outcome of your mind. And one day you'll regret for not being calculative, son. This world is too smart for you to act before you think.'
I remember the words of my fathers. And I used to hate it when he used to scold me and punish me for not being calculative. His methods of parenting were not harsh but they were never painless either. When he never touched me to hit me or abuse me, he has made me write one freaking report tw
