The poor girl was trying so hard to be strong. If only her father could see it. She pushed herself, harder, harder every day. She was trying her very best to make up for it all. She knew she had been weak. Now she was trying to overcome that weakness. She wanted to be better. She wanted to be stronger. She wanted to be worthy of her clan's approval. So she pushed, pushed herself. She hurt herself for them. She knew it would be painful. But she wanted them to look at her, just once, with a gaze of approval.
