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.