The story of my daughter ...

"Fifteen and a half years: my age Fifteen and a half years that I wait for him, that I imagine him, that I look for him, that I dream him.Today, he is there MY FATHER! My heart beats very hard, we do not know what to say, there is so much to say ... He is beautiful, he is strong and above all very kind.

Three months pass, each day is more wonderful than the My joy is also his ... Protected, defended, my life has completely changed, my friends do not miss to meet him, I'm proud of it.It's great happiness!

I feel that the emptiness experienced during these fifteen years is suddenly filled.I am whole, filled with happiness and the common projects let glimpse a promising future.So before I did not know what to make small gifts confec At school on Father's Day, I was looking forward to Christmas coming. When one night, panic. I phone, firemen, electroshock. The panic. Then this ambulance leaves for the morgue. A scream comes from deep within me, and I am sunk at the foot of the wall where I leaned against. The silence of loneliness returns to its place. "

This is the story of my daughter who only knew her father three months ago My daughter lives with someone who is older than she (he is almost twenty years older than she) and he has the same first name as his father ...

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