On December 7 2010, the world came to an end, at least for me. I died repeatedly. First, I thought of a tsunami then an earth quack. Then I was imagining what I would do, if anything happened to my daughter or to me. If one of us lived throw it, or if we both died, I thought of the clothes we should put on, our best dresses, our nicest shoes, we would play dress up and twirl and twirl and laugh and hug, and give each other kisses and sing and dance.
I had planned my suicide if anything happen to my baby and I lived, I planned that that day I wouldn't get dressed that when I would have to berry her I would put on my favorite dress and the shoes I so love and take my life away on her grave as I damned the gods. That I would never want any other baby but my fist and only, that my life was nothing if I did not have her. That it was better to simply end it I would not be able to live.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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