Silence. She never expected before.
She couldn’t speak.
It was the silence that made her so nervous during the room.
She had questions that wasn’t allowed to ask, but they still kept running through her head.
She was dwelling about the worst fact, she would be heard.
She got ready for the truths.
Whether it would be terrific, or terrible.
Wondering what reception she would get.
Her companions said that nothing else mattered, but her feeling thought on the contrary.
“Father, would you mind to always call me as your daughter?” She whispered.
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It makes me wonder about her father’s answer.
However, the poem is actually nice. It seems like a prose in a poem😊
You’ll end up the answer by yourself, dear. Thankyou so much.