Our House Maid's Daughter

I looked one more time at the scar on her pretty forehead. Our house-maid’s sweet little daughter. She is just four years old. Endured many scares and black scars along with mother, so bold facing tantrums of sot-father. She is just four years old. Today came she with news to share. With puerile fervor told “Becomes bride my father’s sister!” She is just four years old. “He is as strong as a wild boar good groom; not a drunkard.” Shocked; saw those deeper inner scars. She is just four years old.