It's hard...
It's hard...
when you have to seen a grown-up cry, for all the wrong reason. To just watch.
It's hard...
when you have exhausted yourself with all you can say. To just advice.
It's hard...
when dinner didn't manage to cheer her up. We all have reasons to fear, mum.
It's hard...
when your siblings are too young to understand the implications. Young but not naive.
It's hard...
when you are the first child. You bear burdens the rest of your siblings doesn't. Burdens they wouldn't understand.
It's hard...
when your father does this to your mum.
It's hard...
but I will help. I won't fall like a tree in a windstorm.
It's hard...
but I'll be by your side
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