Držim na rukama to milo telašce, taj život što zavisi od mene, ali mi ne pripada. Prisećam se sve češće svog odnosa sa roditeljima i koliko sam im se malo poveravala, kako sam, čini mi se, u mnogim stvarima bila sama i boli me sama pomisao da neću deliti život mojih ćerki u svakom njihovom udahu i koraku… I znam da su moje samo u ljubavi koju delimo, a njihovi životi su samo njihovi, pozajmljeni od večnosti.

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I hold in my arms that sweet little body, that life that depends on me, but does not belong to me. I recollect more often the relationship I had with my parents and how little did I confide to them, it seams to me that I was alone in so many instances and just the thought that I will not share the life of my daughters in every breath they take and every step of their way hurts me… And I know that they are mine only in love that we share, and their lives are just theirs, derived from eternity.