She couldn’t breathe,
Chocked on her own words.
Tears threatened to leave her eyes,
But she didn’t let them slip.
She constantly reminded herself of that “promise”,
The one she intended on keeping.
And even when he came home,
Wrapped up in the “TIRANGA”,
she didn’t cry,
Being the daughter of an army man was hard,
But she knew that her father hated seeing his little ‘princess’ cry.
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