“I made you mom, it’s me, I…I made you, I made you” And then I just became a broken record repeating those words, until my own shame became too great and I covered my face with my hands, and just wept into them hardcore. XXX But there was nothing keeping me there? Everything was just, a close to perfect as it could have been considering. Then…I don’t know…I looked at the mirror which now was super foggy, I leaned over jumping from the coldness I felt as my skin touched the edge of the sink. Anyways, I guess he misread my tears, but then again, what sane father would see his daughter in tears and go, oh hey you must be stressed over the sex with your mother LOL! I thought to myself it makes sense I mean she had wanted this longer then I right? Becoming oddly nervous as if somehow he had physic abilities and knew what had happened here last night, I questioned him
