Dear Kelly,

As you sat there.
So next to your brother.
How you sounded.
So certain and firm.
You must have practiced. Pacing around the room.
Determined not to cry.
To be strong.
So you sat there.
How you asked them to look at you.
How you called them by name.
How by changing the R. in Rudolf you made your father even more human.
And then your last sentence.
You both will go down in the history books.
But my father as a hero.

I bow. For you.
May-Britt