15 years ago I went through a tough time. I was 18 when my mother died of ALS. Helpless and on my own, I felt worse and worse, I got anorexia and panic attacks. Shortly thereafter I met the father of my children. We fell in love and almost 4 months later I became pregnant. Fear gave way to the great joy, until I suffered a dangerous miscarriage in the 4th month. My world collapsed for a short time, because a month after my abortion, I got another message that I was pregnant. I began to create a diary for my baby, where I wrote down my thoughts and feelings. Far from my family, who lives mostly in Paris, I felt slowly the feeling of family. Last but not least also by the comfort and the support I got in that time by the family of my boyfriend. Thanks to this point! I love you! For 9 months we were looking forward to the birth. It was not an easy time, and now I know that we would not have stayed together for so long, if we wouldn´t have expected a child together. But we stayed together, 7 years and gave life to our son, 1,5 years after the birth of our first child. But back to the first birth: the contractions started and I never would have expected what came next. In a nutshell: 96 hours! The worst, but also the most beautiful 96 hours of my life, turned the boy a man and the girl a woman. A daughter, so beautiful, that we could never have imagined, so tender and delicious to us. Our Jamila!  14 years ago. 14 years, you have been given back to me a will to live, have loved me unconditionally from your first breath. You’re the most wonderful daughter a mom could wish to have. You’re strong as a bear and brave as a lioness. You are as delicate as a bird and beautiful as … indescribable beautiful! And even if sometimes you’re talking like a ghetto girl, you’re a unique pearl. You gladden people who are around you and offer them a smile. We are so proud of you, and we all love you to the moon and back!

In Love Your Family