And the days passed. Burdened with the remorse of the so-called mistakes, she was living a life for the sake of living. They were living in the same house indeed but in different spheres of existence. Her only fault was, It's her teens and she went clubbing despite the refusal of her parents and there she felt insecure. A a loving pat on her back is all she needed but recieved an earful of abuses instead. She then waived all her courage to spill thehappenings of her life with them. One fine morning, her dad knocked her door. The despondency can be seen in her eyes. He uttered 'Comeon dear! Papa's sorry. It's not your fault but of your age' and gently patted her. Alas! She burst into tears but this time with the tears flowed her unbearable pain and a seraphic smile graced her face. 🔹️Hallo, Holla Brilliante Poetes and Poetess.. 🔅Here we are..in the doorstep of "SEPTY VAGANZA " The EMOTIONAL LITERACY CHALLENGE . So without any further ado, let's get started, let's open the door, cut the ribbon 🎀 and...... 🔹️🔅Show us your EMOTIONAL LITERACY🔅🔹️
