Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Cherry Blossom Festival

The Japanese garden was transformed for the cherry blossom festival, paper lanterns glowing pink and white along the paths. My father Arthur walked beside me under the blooming branches, petals falling like snow. We stopped at a secluded shrine, the crowds far behind us. He bought me sake from a vendor. He kissed me under the blossoms. And when the night deepened, he showed me that some traditions are meant to be broken.