No…
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Ana was my little sister.
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I leaned against the trunk of a tree. I was under the impression that each sentence was snatching up a piece of my life that I had known until then.
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You mean you’re my uncle?
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Yes, Emilia.
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I started to cry.
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Dad got up instinctively, but when he saw that I was retiring, he immediately sat back.
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I’m sorry,” he said. I feel so sorry.
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Then why did you speak to me like that? Why did you tell me you wanted to kiss me? Why did you bring me alone into the woods and ask me to close my eyes?
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My voice became almost a scream. I could no longer hold in myself the fear I had felt since I left home.
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My father covered his face with his palms.
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Because I was an idiot, Emilia. Because I have prepared this moment in my mind hundreds of times and, when I got here, I said everything wrong.
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I looked at him incredulously.
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How can you say such a thing by mistake?
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I wanted to give you the medal and show you the place where your mother asked me to take care of you. I wanted to hug you and kiss you on the forehead, like I used to do when you were little. But I was so excited, I started talking without realizing what my words sounded like.
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I shook my head.
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And that question in the kitchen? When did you ask if I’d mind if you kissed me?
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He swallowed in sec.
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I wanted to know if you still accept my gestures of affection as if you were a child. I knew I was going to tell you that I wasn’t your biological father and I was afraid that after that, you wouldn’t even want to hug me. I formulated the horribly question. Now I realize how much I scared you.
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I looked at him a long time.
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You made me think you wanted to do something bad to me.
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His eyes were filled with tears.
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“I went into the forest with my father. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and said, ‘We’re finally alone. Come here, let me kiss you. I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.’ I stepped back in horror. But Dad moved closer, grabbed my shoulders, and whispered, ‘Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. Your mother will never find out what happened between us.’ I began to tremble. And when he said, ‘I’ve waited 19 years for this moment,’ I felt as though my heart had stopped…” My name is Emilia. I’m 19 years old. My father, Robert, is 54, and my mother, Margareta, is 51. I had always been very close to my dad. Ever since I was little, he had protected me, helped me with my homework, and taken me for walks every Sunday. He was the person I trusted most in the world. But over the past few months, his behavior had started making me uncomfortable. He would often stare at me for minutes at a time. Whenever I noticed, he would smile and say: “You’ve grown into a very beautiful young woman.” At first, I didn’t pay much attention to his words. But one day, Dad suddenly asked me a strange question. “Emilia, if I kissed you one day, would you be upset with me?” I started laughing. “Dad, what kind of question is that? You kiss me on the cheek all the time!” His expression became serious. “I mean something different.” At that very moment, Mom walked into the kitchen. Dad immediately fell silent. I was left confused, unable to understand what he meant. The following week, he suggested that we go into the forest together. “Just the two of us,” he said. “I want us to spend a few hours alone.” Mom overheard our conversation. “Robert, why the forest of all places?” Dad smiled awkwardly. “Because no one will disturb us there.” Mom said nothing, but her face turned pale. I already had a feeling that something wasn’t right. Nevertheless, I agreed to go. On Sunday morning, we left home. Dad was unusually quiet in the car. Every now and then, he glanced at me, only to turn his attention back to the road. After about forty minutes, we arrived at the forest. At first, we followed an ordinary trail, but then Dad suggested that we venture deeper among the trees. “I want to show you a wonderful place.” “Dad, there’s hardly anyone around here.” “That’s exactly why I brought you here.” I began to feel uneasy. A few minutes later, we reached an old wooden bench. Dad stopped, looked around, and then turned toward me. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand. “We’re finally alone.” I looked at him in surprise. “What’s going on?” He looked directly into my eyes. “Emilia, come here. Let me kiss you.” Instinctively, I stepped back. “Dad, why are you talking like that?” He took a step toward me. “Because I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time.” I felt my heart beating faster and faster. “What are you trying to tell me?” Dad placed one hand on my shoulder. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.” I immediately pushed his hand away. “Dad, please, stop coming closer.” His expression changed. “Emilia, you’ve misunderstood me.” “THEN EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” He glanced toward the old bench. “First, I want you to do something for me.” “What?” “Close your eyes.” I froze. “Why?” “Trust me. Just for a few seconds.” “NO!” Dad let out a deep sigh. “I’ve waited nineteen years for this day.” At that moment, I remembered all his strange words. “You’ve grown into a very beautiful young woman.” “If I kissed you, would you be upset with me?” “No one will disturb us there.” I slowly began backing away. “I want to go home.” Dad reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. “Emilia, please. Look at this first.” I asked in a trembling voice: “What’s inside?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he said: “Your mother must never find out that I brought you here.” What happened next? Read the continuation in the comments!
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