Totoka River in the evening everybody went to worship and weep

Dee!
What's her problem now?
Static roars inside her head; dainty paws touch the mainland for only the second time in her life, and she cannot stop to appreciate it. She does not stop, does not dare stop walking until the panicked chatter of her family is drowned by the lick of roaring waves. Her home. Her Isle. She did not know if she was going to return.
She reaches a point where wild reeds sprout from the sands, and adjacent to her is a river; a big, big river, and she stumbles forward until she reaches the bank. She'd never seen anything quite like it. It feels so calm, so serene as she watches the water rush over the rocks, softened by the sand of time.
Her knees buckle and she drops down into a heap, paws crammed close to her chest, her neck; her pulse thrums wildly and she wonders if her heart may burst, and every time she tries to blink she can see — it. Him. Daddy. Fuck you!
Only after a shred of moments pass in a deafening silence do the tears finally start to fall.