Letter to my daughter

Hello, daughter,

What I’m about to tell you is very delicate, and I wonder myself why I’m saying it. I have crossed countless deserts for a long time, never to dare to look at myself in the mirror.

Yes, I took advantage of your innocence and your body when you were little. I still don’t even dare to say or think that I raped you. That word makes me think of those criminals from whom I have always felt alien and distinct.

I’m not writing these words to make you forgive me. I can’t even understand or forgive myself. That’s why I’ve decided to…