man and daughter sit in silence,
she wrings her hands as his eyes drift slowly,
almost meditating on the text within the paper.
The gentle whirring of the computer hums monotonously and she watches him,
reading the words, his eyebrows knitted as he figures out what it means.
with only a few mumbles of 'oh' and 'good one' to guide her,
she racks her memory, trying to recall the words she had read from the paper.
empty hope.
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