I feel afraid, said the daughter
Anyway, I think that the future is spinning out of control
Why do you think that the future needs control, you ask
The daughter gives you a look
If the future exists, you hypothesize, then something needs to happen
This is confusing, she says
Think about it like this, you feel the innocence in her heart as you begin to speak
If you ask me to be there, then I will
She looks happy
Is me being there not the future
I suppose