It was a gloomy Thursday afternoon, around 4:55 pm. I reached for my father's arms, wanting someone to hold while I cried for a man. My mother sat in a corner, watching me with a breaking heart knowing how much love hurt. My brothers all stared at me with wide, innocent eyes- wondering why I was crumbling for a stranger.
I looked back at them, and my heart ached even more.
It was an inevitability.
One day, different girls would be in my place and they would be the reasons why.
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.