Dear Dad,

           When I thought the world was normally turning on its axis, then and there when a bomb landed on my face straight from your Viber app on your phone while I was using it for some other personal reasons you are privy to. If your phone wasn't even a smart phone, I wouldn't even have the luxury to catch a simple glimpse of the 'love' SMS but thank God almighty, with His divine intervention, the world stopped turning for me as I yelped when it flashed causing a little havoc to my external environment but chaos inside of me. My heart was racing, my mind already traveling to and fro, trying to decide what to do. I decided to make the most conventional decision that I could muster: not to tell mom, and neither to confront you.
           So why didn't I spill the beans to mom, eh? Well, first of all, I am an emphatic person, unlike you I put myself in other people's shoes and try to feel what it would be feeling if someone did this to me. I did not confront you because it'd be useless as you are sometimes a denial, hard-headed person who believed that he cannot learn from someone younger. Of course, what would an eighteen-yer-old girl know?
           Second, it would be highly chaotic not only to my mom (which I would not risk as to her health conditions, hypertension and all, it'd be such a mess) but also to my very young and naive siblings. They don't deserve this at all and it would be unfair for them as they do not understand how an adult human mind does.
           And third, yes, I'd love to give you another chance dad and to give you the benefit of the doubt, I might be wrong but I highly contradict what with the precision of my eyesight and understanding.
           But then on the brighter side, I'd like to thank you Dad for validating my Zoology professor's crude statement of the human male, how they were never really evolved from their predecessors (and I mean those in the other phylum, not the primitive homo genus) that we girls shouldn't be surprised if men are polygamous in nature because of the fact that the sole purpose of men in the world is to propagate and make off-springs, too bad unlike other arachnid species, we women don't kill you instantly right after propagation, oh well, life sucks. Therefore I conclude that the human male population does not differ much from irrational animals, even with their brains and even if they studied until the graduate school level and studied countless social sciences that taught them that man is rational, blech!
           Also I'd like to thank you for giving me a reason to not trust men and to stick with my original plan on how to continue life after my undergraduate degree, how inconvenient would that be if I'd experience what my mother has experienced from you and as promised, I'd have the benefit of not shedding pools of tears for such a trivial man or reason. When I graduate and find a work that will take me to the stars, I'd like to show you how you failed as a husband to my mother, I'd like to show you how much I detested being compared to you; how convenient it is that we both share characteristics but I use it for the love I have for our family but you, you do it only for the benefit of yourself!
           I understand how you long for things kept from you in your younger years and I don't blame you, but did you think about it? Did you weigh the consequences it would do not only to yourself but your family? Of course not, it would only harm us but not you, it may put a few jabs on your integrity but it would only boost your ego right? As it was written in law even a long time ago, adultery in men are not considered adultery at all but is only considered concubinage which posed little harm to the male race, how pitiful and sexist will that make of you?
            I had to write these things for you because frankly I cannot stand being emotional in front of you when I say this. Hopefully you won't live the day to read this and think of yourself as lowly and unforgivable as this was how I thought of you and kept it to myself. Only that I cannot bring myself to hate you, above all the wrong things you've done, you are still my father, who lovingly gave his sperm to create me and I know now why God has placed me in this family so I could avenge, atone and say what my mother, my autistic brother and naive sister cannot. Before I seal this letter, I hope you would come to your senses and realize how much of a fool you have been in my eyes, not a hero in a shiny armor but a vindicated man with a red "A" printed on a placard hanged on your neck.


                                                                                                    Sincerely,
                                                                                               Your Daughter