Daughter

Daughter
There she goes again, to dwell in her own little hole of a basement. She sit there everyday in the same manner, panicked and not wanting to be bothered. Frantically, she does things that she deems important, minding her own business, and tending to personal matters that is viewed by myself, her father, as meaningless and unimportant, unlike her chores that she has been neglecting for the last couple of months. I tell you, something has come over her. She used to be...