Being a father and watching his baby girl cry inside was not at all easy for him. He wanted to wipe out the memory of that dreadful night the laugh and ominous grins of those monsters in the get up of humans.......But he failed.
Struggling to wipe off those tears as best as he could every day he felt a part of her slip out of his world.
Her stares had the darkness which would sometimes scream out in pain and he felt her world getting darker every minute.

Eyes that once had a shine that could force you to smile, today had a nothingness inside them.

The anguish of that night was still fresh and she developed a sense of hatred for every part they touched and every scream that echoed down the house.

He watched her sit silently with a spirit so broken that was hard to help stand back, but he was a father and trying till his last breath he would do whatever it took.

His endeavours could have blocked a flowing river.....But her tears were the hardest for him to control.

A father does not just experience the pain of his daughter.....The instant she breaks down, a part inside him dies.

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