Never looking at him the same

He was 45 at the time. I a 6 year old. Happy as ever. I remember walking outside to our guava tree in the back yard. I walked passed him and all I felt was his hand on my butt groping it. Even at a young age I knew it was wrong. I was disgusted, I felt molested. Why did he do that. He was my dad best friend. Ever since then, when I see him I am disgusted. I want to cry because he touched me even in the simplest way. He smiles and I want to puke. He speaks and I want to run. He laughs and I want leave. Because never again will I see him as my dad's friend. No now all he is is the man who molested me at a young age.