Monday, December 5

for a birthday

Every birthday in our family we used to listen to the story of that birth…all of them were fascinating for me, except the one that I knew about it myself…the birth of the last child of the family…the only child born after me…but Maman was a great narrator…I loved to hear her voice, and be amazed of the way she used to express the details of her deep feelings…

Today it was birthday of the last child of the family…the only child born after me…now she is 20…and she has lied there…after 56…I had to be there near her, to tell her details of my deep feelings in the birthday of her child…although she can see and she knows herself….I try to be a narrator…
I just forgot the candles…

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