The Father

The years were spent shedding tears. A man always present, her father commanded the family with his cane. A poor judgment call turned an injury into a fight for constant approval from a girl he called his daughter. Shy and easily taken down, the daughter spent her hours wiping tears from her cheeks. Wanting approval and love from a father with an injury that was constantly enforced by a cane. With one swipe the cane brought everything crashing down on the daughter. The back, central to his body, caused by an injury that without tears made the father God, able to abuse approval. How could approval be dictated by a cane? The angry man, the father is supposed to love his daughter, but instead brought tears to her eyes over an exaggerated injury. Every mistake, every injury does not need appraisal or approval. Uncontrolled tears fell from her face onto the cane. The innocence of the daughter had been broken by the father. An evil tone had taken over the father. His simple yet complex injury brought his little girl, his daughter to agony, constantly looking for approval. The father did not care, his cane commanded nothing but tears. He took the simple concept of approval crashing down with his cane and in return received an excess amount of painful tears.