One day, your girls will scream for Daddy in the middle of the night.
Shattered hearts on unmade beds,
heaps of tissues, broken promises.
They'll throw questions like
"Why can't boys be more like you, daddy?"
And the wind,
will whisper and hold them tight.
Telling them how
daddy was a monster.
They will utter bitter stories
like how he left her
screaming in the middle of the night
how she had to sleep on the floor
with no blankets on
because daddy liked to drink,
he liked playing with his fists.
They will tell them how mom was an evil witch
who destroyed a kingdom built for 9 years.
Are you sure you want him to be like daddy, princess?
