After my father passed away, first time I am feeling fear. I never feared for any bad person in my life because I knew my father z there for me. He won’t spare if anyone do anything wrong with me. But now I am feeling so broken. He won’t come to save me anymore. If anything happens to me then what my mother and sister will do.
He was my strength. Today a auto driver behaved so strange with me. In whole way he was asking me for my number, i was alone in the auto and he asked about my family and location. He was staring at me time to time and was trying to talk to me as much as he can. He video called a man and showed him my face. His behaviour was so strange. I was not comfortable at all.
I hate this kind of people. If my father was alive then he would picked me up today not the auto driver. I miss you papa