Dear JonBenet,
this is the day I knew you for the first time. I saw your kindergarten picture on a newspaper and read about your horrible death. It was evening if I remember right, and that newspaper was on the long table we have in our home, and I was leafing through it.
Nothing similar happened to me before. I was very touched by your story. I had that photo in front of me, and I couldn't put together your sweet face and smile and your age with what happened to you. I remember I looked so much at your picture, the next days too, and had your name in my mind.
That is why I kept that newspaper, not to forget you, and I still have it today and sometimes I go and look at you. You had all the joy and the innocence of a child in those your eyes.
How can it be that someone hurted you?
I've always imagined you as happy and smiling while you are playing in a park. There is a park near your house, if I'm not wrong. Have you ever been there? I know also your room has a balcony. Could you perhaps see the park or the mountains from there?
It sounds terrible if I think that your tiny voice cannot be heard any more and that your home is like empty without your merriment.
When I look at your picture, your face and smile, I feel at the same time sad and something else, it could be serenity. It must be your innocence that touched me so much. You should have had something of magic, that could bright up whoever knew you.
In that newspaper there is also a picture of your house, with snow all around, and a cross with a Santa and there is written "See you in Heaven". I pray God you are happy, JonBenet, and I hope I'll be able to see you in Heaven.
