"How long has it been going on for?" That was the only thing Tim asked his daughter. He sat still, going numb. He gave went pale and his heart almost dead. It ached. It ached everywhere. He could see his daughter sitting on the floor before him, crying with her head rested on his lap. He could feel the tears soaking his pyjamas. He was holding on to his reading glasses. He had put the newspapers away. "How long?" He asked again.
"For few years," Min Ah managed to reply.
"Min Ah, have I not taught you to he brave and,"
"How could I at the age when I did not even know what was happening to? By the time I did onwa disgusted and wished I could run away, I could not just come up and share this, I could not, I don't know if you understand this," Min Ah said, sitting up straight, willing her tears. But it did not stop.