'Dear Peter!

If you are reading this letter, it means I'm gone. Are you wondering why you got this letter and whether I would write it for sure. Yes, I wrote it. But calmly, I will tell you everything in a moment.

Do you remember when we met? Five years ago, when I could not decide which hair color to choose, you decided to help me. I would not think in my life that I will meet the love of my life at the hairdresser's! Our knowledge developed. We became a couple, then a bride and groom, and finally we ended this marriage. At that time, I could not control my emotions. I remember when the moment before the wedding I was kneeling in a wedding dress in front of a lavatory and I was vomiting from stress. Oh yes, at least I did not faint. And the dress did not get dirty. And I could marry you. With the only boy in my life. I never told you that, but you were my first boyfriend, but not the first with whom I kissed.Do you remember when I told you that I was pregnant? Because I remember. I did not know how to do it, that's why I just sent you a letter. I was so excited when the postman brought the mail when you ripped the pastel-blue envelope, your facial expression, your cry of joy. It was beautiful. But everything that is beautiful ends. I was in the eighth month of pregnancy when the doctor told me that delivery might end tragically. I did not know what was going on. It was during one of the routine visits. The doctor explained that the pregnancy is not going well. I got pissed off. He said that there are two options: I will either remove pregnancy, or I will not bear it during delivery and ... I will die. I fought with my thoughts for a long time. I know I should tell you, but I know you, and I know you would have me remove this pregnancy. I would not be able to kill our daughter, that's why I decided to give birth. I asked the doctors to keep this message secret so that only I would know. Yes, I knew that the delivery would fail. I knew that I would have to leave this world, you and our daughter.

I only told my friend, Sophie, who, despite her initial protests, understood and respected my decision. Golden friend. I'm writing this letter a week before the deadline, you went to the training so I had some time to write it. I asked Sophie to send this letter to you one week after giving birth and, indeed, my death.

Peter, I love you so much, I want you to know that my death is not a mistake of doctors, do not blame them. This is my own will. I apologize to you for my death. I could not do anything else. Please, take care of our daughter and give her the name Flora. Find someone you love, but never forget about Flora - she will need you. I'm sorry, Peter.

Yours, Tika '

The card falls out of my hand. She knew. She knew she would die. She prepared for it. I gather after a moment because I hear Flora's crying. My little daughter, so similar to Tika. My only treasure.