My daughter! It is now midnight. My little fort, my armed warriors, my brothers, your mother too, are all put to sleep. On the way to this room, I almost woke up my sleeping birds. How far are you from me? Your image is always before my eyes. Your picture is near me on the table and near my heart. You dance on the great stage of the Paris of fairy tales, the theater on the Champs Elysées, but I, now in the silence of this night, listen to your steps and watch your eyes twinkle like the stars of a winter night. You know that you are playing the role of a beautiful Persian girl who is captured by the Tartar king in a bright play on a festive night. Show off your beauty and dance! Be like a star, bright! If people's thanksgiving makes you drunk and your head becomes intoxicated by the scent of flowers, then read my letter and listen to your heart. Geraldine, I'm your father, I, Charlie, Charlie Chaplin. Do you know how many nights I sat by your bed when you were little and told stories about the sleeping princess and the never-sleeping dragon? When I fell asleep and closed my eyes, I said, "go away, my sleep!" "Don't interfere with my daughter's dreams." I told you dozens of stories, but I didn't tell you my own. This story is about me, about a starving clown who sings and dances in the slums of London. It was the story of a homeless, hungry, vagabond clown with pride in his chest like an ocean, but who felt the pain of being insulted by his story of a coin toss. Your surname is the name of a person who has made people laugh for 40 years and who has cried more than that. The world is not only full of dance and music. Help those who are suffering. Try to travel by metro and bus as much as possible and explore the city on foot. I will not allow anyone in my family to be oppressed. If you start feeling superior, leave the stage and go to the suburbs to see what life is like. Know that there are dancers prettier than you, with better moves than you, full of pride, dancing in the moonlight instead of stage lights. Of the francs I send you, one out of every three francs, must go to other needy people. Those people are around you, the poor. Protect your heart from being sold for gold and jewelry. Know that the biggest diamond is the sun. I know that fathers and children have emotional struggles. Fight with me with your thoughts, girl. I don't like submissive children. Tonight is a night of miracles. I wish you a wonderful and magical night to understand everything I want to say. Geraldine! His father is getting old. At some point, you will come to my body, changing your white game dress to a mourning dress. I don't want to hurt your feelings. My blood runs through your veins. Even though my blood stops running and I'm gone, never forget your dad and Charlie. I was not like an angel, but I always strived to be human. Try to be the same. Kisses, my girl. The father. 1965, December.