Dearest Papa...
I am a lady now.
In a snap, you cannot piggyback ride me anymore.
when I fell asleep on the couch,
you cannot carry me in your arms now.
when your monthly salary came,
you weren't obliged now to buy me chocolate.
you cannot discipline me using your leather belt;
when I don't follow your command.
How funny I am a lady now!
My anxiety and fear are heavier than I am now.
Emotional pain struck more deeply than the scratches in my knee.
I grew up a lot...
without you noticing I am now detached from you, Papa.
You don't know me anymore —
I cried secretly and cannot come to you now.
I am now frightened about my future.
What should I do?
Where should I go?
Can we still be back at first?
I want to be "Papa's girl" again.
I want my protector to be back again.
☔︎︎091223
