I don't know whom to call 3 A.M. knowing she will be giving me advice on what to do with the little girl. I have lost you and something is gone from my life that cannot be replaced by anyone or anything.
Last night we went out to eat and on the way back to the parking I walked in to a wall. I didn't see the wall. I guess I am getting blind from all the invisible tears, Maman. It doesn't matter that you died and I wasn't there. It doesn't matter. I wanted you to live. Now it doesn't matter if I am there or not. Soon the Danish soil will be pregnant by your body. I guess I have to love Denmark now for cherishing your body.