A Good Daughter Jati Theresia Moranca Siregar My birth was their prayer . Vat er sa id I was a D oyenne, Mutter s aid I was a Lilium Casa Blanca . Mutter was a beautiful soul that watered me to be a good lady. She always took good care my hair before I got sleep and hug ed me warmly . She taught me how to be grateful even though we never had a salmon as our lunch or turkey as our diner. Vater was a knight that order ed me to be a strong as steel. He t aught me to dance in the rain and scream ed against the sound of thunder. I was a free man, he s aid . I gr e w like a flower that was treating with different types of fertilizers, I absorb ed that all and happy to ha d been treated. I knew they love d me and I love d them so much more. My age was already 25 years old, and now we were 990.5 km apart, so here I grew as a flower that they asked. I used my lipstick and inlaid a power on my face, I stopped when I saw darkness around my eyes . “ You