Even with her dying breath I told her she was going to be fine. I didn’t have the courage to tell her the truth. As mothers, don’t we owe our children the truth? I ought to have had more strength, but I didn’t. My girl looked at me with such fright. Maybe I could have calmed her with the idea of heaven, but I couldn’t let go. In the end it was her that let go of me, and I never found her
