In a distant town, there was a house. Inside, a father lived with his daughter. The mother had died from an illness, leaving them to depend on each other to get through tough days ahead.
The girl was cherished by the townspeople. Her bright spirit and optimism stood out, even during difficult times. She loved gardening, and knowing this, the residents gave her a small piece of land. There, she could plant whatever she wanted. Her hard work paid off, and her harvests were sold, helping to ease their financial struggles. Many praised her produce, saying it was of unmatched quality. As time went on, she grew into a more beautiful young woman. Those who once admired her spirit now also praised her beauty.
One evening, after working in her garden, she returned home, tired from the day. That night, as she got ready for bed, her father approached her. He stood closer than usual, invading her personal space. She instinctively moved back until she hit the wall.
But he was different that night. A darkness surrounded him, making him feel like a stranger. He talked about waiting for this day, the day she had grown up. He claimed she had the face, especially the eyes, of her dead mother.
He reached out, his fingers tracing her delicate features. Panic flooded her. She was his daughter, not a stand-in for his lost wife. She begged him to stop, tears streaming down her face, but he ignored her pleas. In his mind, only one thought remained: obsession.
That moment shattered her innocence. The darkness within him had surfaced, and she felt trapped. The father she once knew was gone, replaced by something frightening and unrecognizable.
She struggled against her father, but his strength overwhelmed her. All her efforts were in vain. That fatal night, everything turned black. Her beautiful world vanished forever. From that day, she lost her will to live.
Her father had once been sweet. He was devastated after her mother's death. He never gave up and always supported her. That support drove her to sell her plants. But his grief twisted him. Each night, he returned to her room, repeating his monstrous acts until he was satisfied. She felt powerless. Most nights, she simply accepted it. Wounds, bruises, and scars covered her body, reminders of her torment.
One night, she waited for him as usual, but this time, she was ready. As he entered, she took out a knife and stabbed him in the stomach. Pain transformed him into a beast. Humanity faded from his eyes. He approached her, tearing her clothes and beating her mercilessly. On the brink of death, she grasped a seed. With her remaining strength, she hurled it at his face. He finally released her, slipping into unconsciousness.
She ran, clutching the seed, despite her broken leg and the pain. Behind her, her father screamed, calling her an ungrateful child. In the darkness, she reached her garden, lying among the plants she had nurtured. She held the seed to her chest. It was unusual—large and hard as stone. No matter how she tried, it wouldn't grow. Yet, she believed it was special.
Under the night sky, she felt herself fading. As her eyes closed, the seed began to sprout. Roots wrapped gently around her, pulling her into the earth. A tree emerged, merging with the garden, stretching toward the sky. She found rest beneath its warm embrace.
And as for her father, the ancient tree wrapped its roots in all of his limbs and dragged all of it and let him bleed to death.