A daughter, not a son.
Marrying you off is our responsibility, you have to go,
You are a girl, don't you know ?
She felt deserted, isolated almost torn,
Those words flashed like thunder because they came from someone her own.
When someone your own does this,you can't help but get hurt,
And she soon started dreading her mere existence on this earth.
Why were her parents like this? What exactly had she done?
And then she understood why: she was a daughter, not a son.
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Having daughters isn't bad. Infact, perhaps only blessed people have the opportunities to raise them. Daughters are special.
Let them set their sail and see where they take the ship. :)
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