Today it's not going well. A sense of guilt is eating away. She was the best daughter to her father. Now the worst. The affection between a dauther and the parents has got a unwanted pause for me. Once a girl away from social media, hangouts, makeups and cinema halls now has fallen in love with. She was a happy bird. Now every night I sense her pillow drenched. I don't ask why the tears. The more I ask the more it becomes arrogant to roll down. I wonder why bad people have all the enjoy they want. I wonder why people want good people to act like a puppet. I wonder !
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