A family—mother, daughter, and son—formed by three people,
Made stronger to defeat the dawn.
Through hardships—to forget, to forgive, and to live—we're still amiable.
With trembling body, game faces are set on.
We were deceived by flower-like words, saying, "I'm sorry."
"I won't do it anymore," on repeat.
Days, weeks, and months passed, nothing changed, really.
Every time he is on the topic, I found myself with gritted teeth.
Though, all of those are in the past,
I can never forget such malfeasance.
But, believe me, as I say, I accept them fast.
For the heart can never forget, but the mind believes acceptance.
Moving forward with just the three of us, you ask?
I believe, we can do it, with help or without.
We'll do recover, without any mask.
Consider us as seeds, going to sprout.
