The play 

The daughter, she wrote a play. For school. For a class. It was just an assignment but now the school wants to perform the play. 

Then the mother, she reads only three paragraphs and immediately sees her daughter’s pain piercing through the words : 

a young girl who doesn’t quite understand why her father left but who knows enough to realize that the world has changed and there’s nothing she can do to stop it. 

And the daughter, she tells her teacher that her mother told her to trust her instincts and she did. And it came out just so. 

And the mother, she is grateful that her daughter found the words and freed them. 

But the mother, she knows, she knows that the intended audience will never hear these words. 

And the mother, she cries, she cries for her wounded girl who may now begin to heal. 

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