SHH!
SILENCE, THAT'S ALL SHE HEARS.
LET HER SPEAK.
NO.
Little girls aren't meant to open their mouths. I fear that they may grow smarter and better when they're educated, so don't let them. But do drown them with studies they most likely would never use, since you've crushed down their dreams at this point. DON'T TALK TO THEM! They aren't supposed to think and grow and what? You nourish them? Bad idea! Let them dwell in fear and hurt. Sting them with your words and hands, decorate them with your failed attempts of love, be physically present but mentally incapable of protecting them. PROTECTING HER WAS NEVER A PRIORITY. Oh, and tell them that you love them, that this is for their nonexistent future in this decaying earth. Give them empty hope, nothing more, nothing less. Teach them the wrong values you've meticulously gathered from your godly-childhood because, you know better. 'Cause you're their father.
FATHER,
an envision from
a tormented soul,
a bruised heart,
a dead brain,
his daughter.
