Last night I wrote until the sun came up. It was exhausting. I fell into a deep sleep and spent the whole day and the following night in bed. I hardly got up. I wasn't sick or anything. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I feel lighter. Camille brought me a cup of tea before she went to work at the stables. She's proven to be good with horses. She told me I looked well rested. I must admit I do feel well rested.
I'm going to go in to see Fergie. I don't feel 100% happy. I just feel less sad. I see now what I've lost and what I have. I am not alone. I do have family. I have Maya and Stephan even if they are back in Mauritius and Murali who is in Malaysia and training to become a pilot. Satish is working out of Durban and I talk to them every few days via the intranet video chat system. Lucy and Camille are here, staying with me and we're looked after by Uncle Nevin. And Milou, even though he must be around eight or nine, is still by my side. Dad was right. I can't give up. Not as long as I am alive. I must keep fighting. We must all keep fighting. No surrender. Ever.
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