Dedication
To all the youngest daughters who grew up too fast....
The youngest daughter,
Who has always been on her own,
Even in childhood,she was expected to be grown
She saw the family getting smaller day by day,
But never pleaded anyone to stay!
How could "anyone"or"any man" love her?
When she can't even be loved by her own father.
Maybe one day, she will forget all the traumas and pains
But the scars of blade will remain on her veins.
Maybe one day, she would stop begging herself
To be stronger,
Maybe one day, she would be able to tell "him",
To stay a little longer.....
