My Daughter

There are occasions, related to stations in my life, that my daughter retains entirely. Whether my daughter is in Lebanon or abroad (as she is nowadays), whatever her preoccupations, she does not allow any occasion to pass silently without talking to me about it. On the occasion she thinks she should congratulate me on, she does, and on that which she thinks she should be praying for me or supporting me, she does pray and support. She even reminds me of my ordination to the Diaconate, which can be considered one of my old memories. My daughter seems to want me, in all of my details, alive in her memory. Whence did she get this finesse in showing her love? Without concealing her attachment to her mother, from whom she had learned everything, or diminishing her beauty in her uniqueness, my daughter seems to me to be some of my mother. The most beautiful person is the one who gives you to see that she combines in herself a lot of the diverse love you had received in your life!