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02 February 2008 2:35 AM
You can keep it away in a box now

She knew that her future was no longer the same as theirs.
Her road, which had seemed so straight and steady then, had veered sharply away from theirs.
With it went ease and confidence.
With it went hopes and dreams.
Everyone was kind to her.
Everyone was nice.
She saw it in their eyes, she heard it in their voices.
She was the girl-who-lost-her-dad-to-cancer.
They no longer came with their petty complaints.
Everyday she thinks the same.
Come home daddy, I hope, you could come home.
I'll be good, I promise.
I'll be good for ever.

But she knows, he would never walk through the door again.
She loves you lots.


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