"For your killer …" he wrote a letter to his dead daughter on Valentine's Day

Silvia Fredes and Oscar Miranda remembered the tragic death of their daughter, which happened exactly on Valentine's Day. The emotional letter.

Martina Miranda was killed on February 14, 2016, while she was returning from the first Valentine's Day with her new boyfriend. Today, three years after the tragic night, her parents, Silvia Fredes and Oscar Miranda, handed her a letter.

She was 16 years old and was crushed by Damián Villanueva when she crossed Scalabrini Ortíz Avenue, at the crossroads with Vera. The driver not only did not stop to help him, but also fled.

A few hours after the incident, Villanueva was arrested. However, after two days, he committed suicide. Fredes and Miranda still have the wound opened by the death of their daughter, to such an extent that they sent a letter to Infobae.

"THREE YEARS OF YOUR LAST I LOVE YOU

Three years have pbaded since, as in a movie, the morning has calmed down, the world has stopped and in a few seconds your life will quickly pbad in my mind.

Your first steps, your hugs, the kisses and the "I like you". Your white coat, your karaoke with friends, the end of your elementary school, your entrance to high school, your dream of being a forensic doctor, your long-term plans. If that did not want to live …
Everything happened in my mind in a few seconds. The same seconds that separated you from us. For negligence. For an explosion of driving madness. For your murderer, Sebastián Villanueva, your life meant nothing. And for us you were.

All. The days and the years pbad and the pain is latent like that of February 14th. Your things in your room are always waiting for you like us every moment. People tell us that you are in a better place. Is there a better place than at home? It tells us that we are very strong. But what is the alternative? Is it possible to continue without so much harm? Nothing is so cruel as carrying flowers to the cemetery. It is not strong, it is just the inertia that drives us. The awakening in this cold life.

Your friends are talking about you in the present. They would have liked to share a million anecdotes: your best friend's parade, their plans, yours. Nothing fills the void … so many things that they only experience, which only hurts them. Because we should not let life end while it's just started. This is not right.

Every time we are more families we experience this feeling, for this so heartbreaking and cruel pain of being alive without living. Because things since your game have not changed. Life still does not mean anything to the killers behind the wheel. The news of inexplicable and unjust deaths is continuous and each one of us makes your last breath come alive again.

Many people we met in this way motivated us, taught us that every fight carries your flag, people who want to change that reality. I do not know if you can, there are many things hiding under the carpet. Alcohol, speed, lack of humanity continue to lead and as long as you do not realize, everything will remain the same. We will continue to watch the news and we will continue to go back in time trying to imagine another reality. It's like waiting for you to cross that door, where on February 14 you left a "I love you" so big that we miss horrors. This door that we erased with a machete when we learned that you had been crushed and that reminds us that Damián Villanueva, in the cruelty of his thoughts and his cowardice, had left you alone in the street to flee like a rat. Your murderer, with your name and surname, did not allow you to continue living and murdered us all that day.

Only dad could see you. He alone could give you this last kiss, the last goodbye, the one who protects himself like a lacerating jewel that destroys his soul little by little, but calms his heart. This last kiss that I seek in my dreams and that I lose when I wake up. I only know that life has failed us, that fate has played us a trick and that if God exists, we do not understand what bar it measures. I only know that I am still waiting for you, that there is no room for goodbyes, that I only know that we will meet again. Because it can not be everything, it can not stop there.

You left the day of love. It should not be a coincidence because you were that: the love of the greatest, the purest, our infinite love. Forever and forever we love you. "

Macabre: he was looking for his son and they found him dead under the neighbor's bed

SOURCE: INFOBAE