"That night is still etched in my memory, with the sound of the raging sea, as he confidently walked away, and the beats of my heart trying to break through the wall of my fear... I closed the chalet door and looked around, then rivers of tears burst from my eyes. I don't know if it was my joyous feelings or the tension I felt that kept me awake, my thoughts buzzing in my head like loud music, words intertwining with emotions in a tangled succession. I remember how numerous my questions to myself were, and my fear was great. For a long time, I had encased my feelings and emotions in an icy mold since the last time I loved and failed, for my beloved had betrayed me with my friend. Since that treacherous moment, I had placed the corpse of my heart outside the book of my life. Should I risk bringing it back to life? And this time, there is a small daughter, a sensitive child in need of care and attention. Can I bear this much responsibility? And can I bring a man and a child into my life? I was never against this idea, for life must go on for both parties, and the death of one does not mean the other must dwell on ruins. But I was afraid of a lost joy, and of a love that began to roam the crowds, declaring rebellion against my burning of every hope I encountered in my days. This step requires deep thought and a precise decision. Can I be the woman who can contain both father and daughter, and will our happiness be in our meeting, the three of us?"