my beloved daughter,
I was looking for a specific photo. I opened a box full of snaps. And suddenly found a Christmas card from you. You were ten or eleven years old when you designed it for me. You wrote me how much you love me. And that you made the card for me full of love.
You haven’t been alive since January 2014. you had depression For nine months I feared for you. Again and again I had hope that everything could change for the better. Then your life was over. Suicide.
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