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I always thought I knew every detail of my daughter’s life.
After losing her, that certainty seemed even stronger. I spent hours going over memories, conversations, and shared moments, convinced that there was nothing about her that I didn’t already know.
But she was completely wrong.
And it all started with a call that I almost decided not to answer.
The pain that changed everything
There is no pain comparable to the pain of losing a child.
When my daughter Valentina passed away at the age of thirteen after a long illness, I didn’t just lose the person I loved most in the world. I felt like a part of me disappeared too.
Since then, my life has been divided into two stages.
Before the illness.
And after her.
Nothing was ever the same again.
I left his room exactly as it was.
The gray jacket was still hanging on the desk chair.