After a long day a girl sits down in her chair, her oh so lonely chair. Her daughter sits next to her and asked her if it was okay to talk about her father. The girl nodded "yes" the girl asked what her father was like. The girl chuckled and wondered where she should begin. The girl told her daughter " he was a cutie, he might've been a bit a flirt I fell for him immediately. He was kind and gentle like no other." The daughter asked where her and her father met. The girl responded "we met in college, he was running late for his classes and struggling to read a map of the campus he asked for my help, that's how it all started." The daughter with excitement asked her mother what the two of them were like together. The girl with a shaky smile began to talk about the wild parties they had gone to, the test they studied for and all the laughs they shared. She talked about when they met each other's families, all the times he was there for her. Then, the girl put her head in her hands and cried. The daughter asked what was wrong with her mother. The girl through her tears quietly said " but we were never together, he had someone else, and I live alone" the daughter not understand questioned her mother. The girl looked up and surveyed the empty room, "I don't have a daughter I created you because I can't let go, I'm so lonely and I don't know what to do. Hey, what do I do?" The daughter responded with words the girl didn't want to hear. With a sigh the girl said in almost a whisper "I need help... someone please help me."
(I don't like this one)
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