Things were just never the same anymore ever since that night. Each time I saw my parents, that particular scene replayed in my head like a clockwork. My Dad, not so much, my Mom, however, I could never see her in the same light ever again. Even as we were just quietly having our breakfast at the dining table, I could still hear her passionate lovemaking cries echoing at the back of my head in contrast to the eloquent tab...

Mom had always been a highly sexual person. Of course, I didn’t realize that fact until I was older when I was more sexually aware of things around me. Either way, my family was what you’d call a typical Asian family, close-knitted and warm to say the very least. But then again, that’s what you would expect from the term, ‘family.' According to my stepmother whom I now address as Mom, as a baby, I was adopted from a neigh...

For as long as I remember, I had always been under the impression that I was her legitimate child. It was not just me that was fooled but everyone else was as well. Whenever we walked out on the streets, we would often be mistaken for sisters because of our striking resemblance despite the hefty twenty-eight year age gap. However, there was a memory in the back of my mind that niggled at me. Perhaps she had told me before...