I am asked for preparing a small text about my daughter Gemma and, although the uncertainty that this requeast means, I decide to try it.

I was conscious that my point of view will be partial and subjective, but, aren't all the perceptions truly personals in this way?

I breathe deeply, and start my attempt of writing what the figure of my darling daughter suggests to me.

My daughter Gemma, who was beside us full of life during twenty-two years, was in a hurry to share her time with us since the first of her days.

She waited that her sister, better set than she at the moment to be born...

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