Analysis Of Conversation Between Father And The Daughter

The father watched as his daughters normally composed face fell dejectedly before once again masking her dissapointment. Sighing, he closed his eyes listening to his wife and daughter arguing about taking more piano lessons. From even before their daughter was born, his wife had always wanted her to have everything that she couldn’t have. She was a good mother, who always strived to achieve the best she could afford for their child so that she would not feel limited. She wanted their daughter to experience everything that she could manage to let her experience. In his opinion, she was pushing her to experience everything and never letting her give up, because she never had the opportunity to teach her other children that. She would never admit
Conversation Between The Father and The Daughter
I stood outside her room and hesitated before I knocked. I wanted to give her privacy, but I knew that she needed to know someone understood as well; they both did.
“Come in” she said clearly agitated. I opened her door to see my daughter laying face down on her bed, the pillow she once happily decorated at the request of my wife, on top of the back of her head. I paused in the doorway and looked around her room. It was clear that it was a childs room not a professional trainees, I wondered when my wife had last came in here merely to see her, not to give her ideas or tell her it was time for practice. Stepping out of the doorway, I shut the door behind me and made my way over to her bed. Gently, I pulled the blanket down from her body and removed the pillow covering the back of her head.
“ Look at me, Tiānshǐ” There was no answer, but after a moment she slowly turned her head towards me. Angel was something I had always called her when she was younger. The smile that adorned my face at her reluctance quickly faded as I looked at her fully. It was clear that she had been crying, but a grin was plastered on her
She’s trying to give me everything she can. Well, it seems like she’s trying to get everything she can through me. Too bad for her, i’m only a normal girl.”
“Tiānshǐ - “
“Papa, I’m really tired. I have to start pracice tomorrow. Can I go to sleep now?”. I watched as her grin completely faded from her face and she looked just as tired as she said, although she surely didn’t feel that way. I knew I couldn’t do anything further except give her some privacy and space. Plastering a smile on my face, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead before I got up.
“Of course, Tiānshǐ. But one more thing before i go.” I paused and actually smiled as she groaned laying her head down preparing herself for another lecture.
“There is no such thing as normal, Tiānshǐ. So if you think you’re normal, then you’re definitely special. And even if there were something as normal, and you were ‘normal’, we would love you all the same. Being my Tiānshǐ is more than enough.” As I said this, I saw the tiredness in her face spread through her body as she relaxed. Her eyes began to droop and her mouth curved up slightly. Laying down completely, she made herself comfortable. When I reached the door, I heard a silent