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  • I look outside my train window and I think, it's only October. It's 7:30 in the morning, so cold and gloomy. A slight drizzle even. The once green fields are covered with dense fog - grey and depressing. Our days are getting darker, evenings quieter and life more monotonous. I let out a sigh of sadness.

    The walk from the Lokalbahnhof train station to my office in Frankfurt is not something I am fond of now. The wind hits you and cuts through your skin. I dig deeper into my scarf trying to cover my ears. I breathe and let the warm air comfort me, even if it's for a few seconds.

    Then an image flashes before my eyes. I see her smile and hear her giggle. She says, 'Gayuma, don't worry! You have to be happy!'. Her unconditional love envelopes me like a warm blanket. She brightens up my day and lights up my life. She is my sunshine. An endless supply of energy radiating her love on all of us. She is beautiful. She is my daughter and I love her, love her dearly.
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