Today is her twenty-seventh birthday, and the twenty-seventh anniversary of her father’s death. That day, at that very moment, it was as if everything had been precisely calculated: the instant she happily entered this world, her father left it, just as her first cry rang out.
All these years, she had wondered: when she and her father were passing through that door in opposite directions, had they said goodbye as they crossed the threshold between life and death? Had they held each other and wept...?
