Love song

Since Louise was a little girl, she looked thought the living room's window. You knew she was in her own world, because her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes, were a little up, and sometimes she moved her own mouth, as if she was... as she was singing.

"A singer dreams", I called them. Dreams from a happy singer. It was impossible not to feel happy when you saw her on her little chair in front of the window.

Are you singing Louise? What do you sing my love? – I asked her.

It is a love song – She answers me, without looking at me.

A love song, she said to me. Love? What kind of love can a little 7 years old soul feel? I was wondering.

And, to whom is that song aimed?

Shee took her eyes off the window, broke her concentration and answered:

To you daddy, Who else?

I almost cried. Whatcan I do? This girl always did things like that.

Louise's mother died giving birth to her. A woman with a strong character but weak body. We did all we could for her pregnancy to be perfect and it actually was, but the last days her health had considerably deteriorated and her last breath was the first one for Loiuse outside of her mother's womb.