Imagine you are Lord Ullin. Your rigidity and narrow-mindedness cost you your daughter’s life. You curse yourself for having opposed her alliance with the Chieftain. Narrate your experience as a fattier lamenting the loss of your child in the form of a diary entry.
Wednesday, 26th August, 20xx
Dear Diary,
I lament the day when my beloved daughter drowned with her lover the Chieftain of Ulva. I curse my rigidity and narrow-mindedness which cost me my daughter’s life. Love is natural and now I realize she did no wrong in falling in love with the Chieftain. But she should have thought about our tribe’s honour. She should not have eloped with the Chieftain. She should have taken us all in confidence and we would found out some way before the tragic end of my daughter. I curse myself that I opposed her alliance with the Chieftain out of anger and hard-heartedness. My heart comes out and this is not the grief of the chief of our tribe but that of a father. All fathers know how dear their children are to, them but it is all over now. I regret having put my soldiers behind her and the Chieftain. Instead, I should have valued the changing times and the changing values of our tribe. But now nothing can be done. We must think over such issues with an open heart and not deal with them with rigidity.
Lord Ullin.