Sigre, I don't tell you this enough.

I love you.

You're my daughter.

Of course I love you with all my heart and I'm proud of you, Sigre.

You have a lot of responsibility, a lot of stress, managing the daily needs of the cradle

as your mother travels the world, learning everything she can about how to better our

little commune.

I want to restore the innate love of mother and child to the society.

I would do anything for you, Sigre.

I have done everything in my power to keep you fed, to keep you healthy and whole, to

protect you and to teach you.

I have disciplined you.

Yes, but of course this is out of devoted love.

The love I feel for you is a gift I want to give to the people of this earth.

I'm filled with love and I'm selfish for not sharing it with all of the society.

I will not return home until I do and that day will be soon.

Sigre, I have such a wonderful news.

As you can probably see from the stamp on this package, I am in Bangalore.

I met a man here named Usman, a lawyer who promised to get me a meeting with a council

member who might be sympathetic to our aims.

I didn't want to let on my name or situation so I fipped a little.

I told him I was a Paris-based attorney, concerned with child development practices and I wanted

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