That my Dad and I would notice if there is sadness quivering in her laughter
We would recognise the misery on her smile hanging from her lips
And we would know that you fucked up!
You may not be able to love my little sister the way my Dad does
You don't have to try to be like him
But please, be a home for her where she can feel like she belongs
And while she stays in it, do not forget to spare some spaces for laughter
You both can enjoy in the rainy days
Do not suffocate her with toxic masculinity shit because we have taught her what that is
Instead, let her help you build your life together
Because she knows well what to do
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