My daughter was killed on her scooter in the middle of the night when she was 18. Carelessness, unconsciousness of the danger, desire to challenge a mother who had always refused to her to have a scooter... And our lives which tip over, she towards... I do not know what, and I in a nightmare repeated every morning for 12 years, when I reach the state of consciousness and when it jumps me right in the face.
If you are like her, young, invincible and carefree, read my testimony, take care of yourself and "ayez pitié de vos mères".
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