The police came
The postmortem done, pregnancy confirmed
Relatives poured in
Leaving us wounded with multiple Whys.
You as a chubby baby,
You as a naughty toddler
You as a moody teenager
You in the cusp of womanhood!
Were we strict?
Were we bad parents?
Were we unreasonable?
That you chose to keep your affair a secret?
The thoughts torture me as I turn and twist in my sleepless state.
You must have been lonely
You must have been afraid
Stabbed by the man you loved
And left bleeding to death!
I wonder what your last thoughts were
Did you even think that the father who
Could push all your demons away when you were a girl
Would have stood by you even today?
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