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Serena told herself each day that she would leave this duty, leave this life, and start over; and yet she never kept her promise.

No, instead, she went to the hospital each day, day in and day out, doing what she thought she would never do years ago. And today, she was on her way to the hospital again, her body driven by an unexplained force.

She was now 22; a young flower. Yet she had been through so much in her life, far more than a girl her age could handle. But through all these years, she was used to it. She had become numb of her emotions. And she was glad for this.

She looked at her reflection from the train's window when it passed through a dark tunnel. Staring back at her, was a tired face. The girl in the reflection had soft, sweet features; the ones that had once belonged to an innocent, carefree girl. How could she have let herself become this way without noticing it? How could she have let herself turn to a girl whose life was wasted away like this each day? She had promised years ago that when she get the chance, she would leave this hellhole and start over, she had promised years ago that once she is old enough, she would go off and finally enjoy her freedom; lead a normal life, and put her past behind her forever.

How did she turn out to be like this?

She asked herself that everyday when she was on her way to the hospital; she told herself each day that she would go to her father's room that morning and tell him: "you can't control my life anymore. I'm leaving, and there's nothing you can do about it!" then she would tell him how much she resented him; how wonderful her life would be after she leave him, and watch her father's angry, but fearful face, knowing that he can't do anything about it.

But no, each morning, just as she worked up all her courage to walk in to his room and tell him those things, her hopes died. Because she could never bring herself to look into those eyes and say those horrible things. He needed her; leaving him meant she couldn't even fulfill her mother's last wish before dying. What kind of daughter would she be?

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Serena peeked into the quiet room.

"Mommy? Are you okay?"

The women sitting on the rocking chair turned from the window she had been staring into and looked at her young daughter. She blinked and didn't say anything for a second, as if trying to remember what she was asked just a moment ago.

"Yes. Dear, come, Serena, come...I want to talk to you." The women said and made a hand gesture for her daughter to come and padded the bed beside her slightly.

The young girl nodded and did what she was asked. She sat on the bed and looked at her mother eagerly, just as she had done when she was a child. Back then mommy always had a story to tell, but now, Serena knew she wasn't going to hear a story; her mother's serious expression told her that it was something important. So she calmed herself and said nothing as she waited for her mother to begin.

The woman in the chair stroke her daughter's beautiful golden hair lightly, just as she had always done in the past years, then looked at her baby; no, she was no longer a baby, she would, after all, take all responsibilities of the family from this day on. She would need the strength and the courage to do so.

Serena looked into her mother's eyes and saw a glimpse of sadness, but still said nothing, because she knew she would get her explanation soon.

"Serena...you're all grown up now, aren't you? You're a big girl, almost seventeen now."

Serena nodded, having no idea where this is going.

"Serena...I want you to do something for Mommy...promise me something, okay?"

Serena nodded again.

"I-I want you to..." The women struggled as she tried to say the words she knew would burden her daughter's life from now on. She closed her eyes for a second, gathering all the courage she could to say those words, then when she was ready, she started again. "Don't hate your father, please...Serena. Don't hate him. I know there are a lot of reasons to, but please...for my sake, put the past behind you...and one day, if something happens...I want you act the same way any daughter would act under the same circumstance, do the same things any daughter would do for her father." Tears started to flow down her cheek, and she continued. "I know he hasn't treated you very well, but if you can just find it in your heart to forgive him...promise me, Rena. Promise me, daughter..."


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