A few days later, I received a letter from him. It was full of expressions of forgiveness and remorse. It was my habit to respond to every letter that came from him, and to find pleasure in writing to him. After the first hour of the night had passed, while sitting at my desk alone, I began to recall everything that was written, and then I began to write the response.
I was taken by a whirlpool of thoughts when I recalled the details of the relationship from the first episode, and my imagination ran wild and he pictured for me things that had happened and things that had not happened... I saw me with him in a boat on the Nile, with him in a restaurant eating sandwiches while standing, and with him in his residence one night he insisted on adjusting my hairstyle for me with a large comb, then he stood behind the chair on which I was sitting... and he raised my head up, and gently patted my cheek with his palm, and it suddenly dawned on me that the upbringing had turned into a slap, so I looked around and saw My father was standing behind me, with one hand on the other letters and the other on my shoulder. I had been asleep for a year, so I leaned back against the desk. He had just returned from traveling, and my mother was sleeping, so when he opened the door with his key and saw the light in my office room, he came in to see me and took everything from me.
The next morning, I was standing before them for trial!!