eleven years.

My dear papa,

I will be twenty-two tomorrow, which means that eleven years have now passed since you have joined the stars.

eleven years.

I was eleven the last time that I had the chance to hold you and kiss your cheeks. I was ten the last time I flew into your arms, the last time I heard your voice, the last time I spent some time with you, on the highway, on your lap, in the living room, with a chocolat chaud, and a butter tartine.

the last time.

How much I would give to see you, one last time, to hear your voice, one last time, to spend some time with you, on the highway, on your lap, in the living room, with a chocolat chaud, and a butter tartine, one last time.

ah soon enough. see you soon.

For ever in our hearts, forever through our veins, forever through our noses, through our eyes, through our lips, through our ears, through our eyebrows, through our habits, through our intellect, through our jazz, through our documentaries, through our research, through our children, through our love, through our grief, through our sorrow, through our happiness, through our dreams. Forever in our memories.

for ever.

I raise this one for you. à la tienne. Je t’aime.

your (big) princess,

faty.

 

 

 

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