IS LOVE ELSEWHERE ?

while wiping my sweaty hands on it, give some vol

my best to succeed

egantly towards the dressing rooms, while remaining concentrated on my step. Yes, it would be

're hot, you're sexy and y

of Lopez, I apply his method

and knock three times firmly. But, contrary to what I could have imagined, it is not the sound of Mr. Lewis' voice that reaches my ears. In fact, an ice-cream cabinet of about

lf my qualities: "I am the best, I have conf

n't have much time for you, so

either one would have done,

What a jerk! Not only does he need a baboon to ope

f the dressing room with his arms behind his back. So I can apply the famous phrase: "talk to my ass, my head is sick". Howev

long very well I think, because I

t's said. I

! I forgot to tu

ing myself for this un

here's no problem,

opez. I'll probabl

usts his shirt buttons and continu

expected this afternoon. Would you lik

mn and da

le. I think I nee

in my voice and treats me to a

well. As

s if by magic, Mr. Big Mu

soon, prett

ou soon.

know what

give him an accurat

n my place of work and announce to Mr. grumpy, that I ha

one that pulls me

Papou ! H

e. I'm fine,

d...

know our mother/daughter relationship has always been very

t it with you in person

going to give me bad n

es,

house tomorrow night. You have to keep y

d the people around me know very well that I don't like to be the center of a

promise I will

ss my

: Vanessa

talking about Vanessa like that anymore. For God'

his body and he doesn't know what to do or say to make sense of his wife, who month after month is moving further and further away from his daughter. C

that this child once lived in m

his compassion for her, he can no longer bear to hear her make derogatory remarks about their eldest daughter. He is convinced that his wife must consult a psychoa

see that you are destroying yourself by covering up your p

rself be sucked into her husband's protective cocoon. She lays her suffering on the reliable shoulders of the man she has always loved. She doesn't have a wicke

alty, love and above all, I promised to take care of Vanessa as if I had

as she listens to her h

mi! Why are

ssion is in the doorframe. How long has she been listening to their conversation an

girl didn't want to stop there. She rushes towards her Mami and clings around her legs like a barnacle on a rock. Big tears run down her cheeks and h

ght now and go

distressed and desperate little girl. So she tightened

ing to put you back in your bed and tell you the

ord. Torn off reluctantly from her lifeline, Vanessa throws herself brutally against the chest of the person she loves the most and cries out her pain by hitting her little fists with all her strength. Her Papou, patient, waits for his daughter to finish pouring out her anger of being unlove

r the little princess to fly

back to face his wife, determined this time to

. Today is my

s she would claim an emergency at my grandparents' house in the South and return two days later. Other times, my father would forbid me to enter her room, explaining that my mother was suffering from a terrible migraine and that it was better to let her rest. And so it was every time we had to celebrate the extra year that was on my life counter. Bu

cement in front of the town hall and very quickly, I bury it all in the back of my mind. No, I don't want to think about this man, to bury him deep inside me u

tell me you're stil

pez