She sat holding her notebook and her pen tightly, Tightening her grip too much it occurs to me that it would break. She kept resisting her desire to sob, shaking as if she were a house facing a forceful earthquake hitting it violently. She calmed down a bit and wrote: "I am too young, daddy, to endure these burning pains. My eyes see no end to the bitter days; The coming of joy, or not, means nothing to me; All I want is for my heart to be relieved from all this hurtful sadness. I want to get rid of all these pains; happiness is superfluous, All I want is a glimpse of relief.