1 her first words

She woke up one day. Like we all do, you could say. But for her, it was different ; she felt it. She felt her duty. She didn't had the time to ask questions or think about her future, she was already projected where she is today. Perhaps it was this precipitation that made her so weak? Or was it really us the reason of her suffering?

You know, sometimes I wonder if she asked for all of this. Maybe she's just like us, trying her best with what she has. But what does she have? ; since we took it all. Don't you feel bad sometimes?

'Cause I do. See, I wonder if she can hear us whining so loud. If she can hear you yelling at her, at how she isn't enough ; after all, for you, she's never enough perfect. Isn't she? But I think she's suffering. So much.

What about you? Can you hear her cry, when the night seems anormally long and cold? Can you hear her scream of pain when you take her skin off?

Don't you realize how much pain she's in? And that pain, don't you know it comes mostly from you?

But you see, at first, she was happy, maybe even glad, that she was given this opportunity. Don't you know what her first words were?

" Good morning"