It’s true; we find love in strange places. And I am not ashamed to say that I’ve found true love with my father. Who are you to judge me? Is it my fault? I didn’t ask love to sweep me off my feet in a strange way.
I was 16years old when I lost my mum to a ghastly motor accident. The news was painful and we cried for days, but my father cried the more because he loved her dearly.
For over 2 weeks my dad cried and didn’t eat anything. He was acting strange, as though he was losing his mind. One night I heard him crying and went to console him. But as I held him and he cried in my arms, I can’t really say what happened, but in the wave of uncontrollable emotions, I and my dad started kissing.




























