As the sun sets, he sat down on the ground in front of his modest home looking through the horizon with eyes that only shows toughness and a beard that shows patience and a smile for hope as his eyes sets on his land that he hopes will turn well on him and his daughter, His daughter that never after she was born silence set foot into the house since she was born, As she is always playing, crying, laughing and scared at night that what she would say to her dad so that he would read her a bed time story , Not knowing what the world is holding her of pain, love, happeness and grieve.
A child who is only two who feels with no justfication or excuse, acts politely sometimes and shows her love to her father without any occasion, Looks of cautious and wounder shows on that old man eyes as he just came home from a usual exhausting day, Looks that only lasted for few seconds as he didnt hear his daughter sound as she was playing, A smile was drawn on his face as he knew thats what he considers the silence befor the storm, As the sound of her crying filled the moment after she triped on the ground, standing up waiting with eyes filled with tears, Not because of pain but as the fall interrupted her dreams for that beatiful doll as it was the princess who is waiting for her prince.
Putting his cup of tea on the ground, standing up knowing what he has to do, walking to her with a smile,ِAs he baby-sat her trying to save her tears for the on coming days, As she is trying to explain what happened, he approves on what she is saying without understanding any word , as he calmed her down the little baby started eluding he fathers arms wanting to go back to her princess, As he puts her down she started running with steps that lacks balance, As he turns around to his only getaway,His cup of tea hoping that its not cold yet.
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