I've invited some friends over for Friday. They're from Brazil, Switzerland, Denmark, Italy and the U.S. I am going to serve them date, halva, cheese, bread, coffee and sweets. I will have white flowers and will light a white candle next to Maman's picture all day. I will... think of her like I do everyday...

I told you not to die...
You said but you've your life... you've P and the little girl and wont be needing your mother...

What was that about? Do I not need you? Do I ever forget you? I want to argue, to fight, to love, to care, to kiss, to wave at you, while you're waiting for me behind the glass doors, to embrace you... come... come to me... in my dreams... I want to feel you under my eyelashes... sing to me... talk to me... just BE!

You are sleeping... the soil is cold... are you cold?

Do you know of my pain?
I am with you everyday... every night...
when I am happy... when I cry...
I am always there... kneeling next to you...

I miss you.