There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die
Dear Pang,
Thank you very much for everything. Thank you for loving me unconditionally. Thank you for greeting me with such warmth and joy whenever I come to visit you. I will miss you shouting "My Camille!" the moment I walk into your room. I am sorry for not visiting more often. I love you and you will forever hold a place in my heart. It is very hard to let go but I know you are going to a good place and I am happy that you can finally rest. I will miss you, Pang. I will never ever ever forget you.
I love you.
Your Camille.
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| My last photograph with Pang. 2009. |
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| Me with Pang and Mang |
