You're my strength

In the quiet solitude of her room, Mindy sat amidst the shadows, the weight of recent events pressing upon her like an unrelenting storm. Clutched in her trembling hands was a cherished photograph, a frozen moment of joy captured in happier times. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks as she traced the contours of her father's face with a delicate fingertip.

The room, once a sanctuary of solace, now echoed with the hushed cadence of Mindy's grief. In the soft glow of a solitary lamp, she whispered words of longing and love to the captured image, as if seeking solace in the frozen smiles that adorned the frame.

"Dad," her voice trembled, a fragile melody in the quietude, "I miss you so much. Why did they take you away? I thought we had more time together."