Nothing feel too much, or too bad.

Until I heard my father’s whispers to my mother.

Of how his heart aches that I am suffering.

Of how he can’t bear to see his precious daughter living this way.

I did not know I was suffering.

But I looked at my baby girl, and suddenly I see.

Now my heart is broken.

Not because of how I live my day.

But because knowing my father’s heart is, and the fear my baby girl would turn into me.