It's been 8 days since you left this world my dear. The first few days ware the most difficult days for me. It's very difficult to accept this fact that you are so young and the way u left this world is so cruel. Once I'm thinking of these, my heart hurts, deeply from inside.
Friday morning I wrote a very lang letter to you in the train from Caen to Paris. I cried so hard when I sink myself in those memories with you. You know I can't control myself at all once you came into my mind. And when I finally came back home in the evening, I can't hold my tears again, coz this house is the place full of the memory.
Your dad feels same as me. He nagged always that you were still so young,