My sister was my pillar, my brother, I thought I was inseparable. She and I have always been fused. She is three years older than me, and we grew up together, in an apartment in town. We often played in the courtyard of the building, where there were a lot of kids from our ages. In childhood, we have shared everything, including good hair tears, when I was ten years old, for trifles: a badly tidy game, an anecdotal shouting, classic. As a teenager, I was the little sister whom she dragged everywhere with her friends. I admired them, I was proud to be with them, I was a bit of their little sister to all. It was then that we really got closer. Later, when I had just separated from my daughter’s dad, it was at home that I found comfort.
Today, we live 4 kilometers from each other in Puy-de-Dôme. Our girls are very close, they spend a vacation and weekends together. This proximity between cousins is close to my heart. All the Noëls, we meet. Last year, in 2020, my companion, my younger daughter and I were invited to my sister, her spouse and their 14 -year -old daughter. On the day of December 23, my sister and I went shopping together. We were happy. We bought caviar – not dear, because we are modest families. But we are forty, we work, we thought that we could afford it. We also took oysters, good wine, a bottle of champagne. My sister likes to cook, she prepared a good sauce for roast.
On the 24th, it all started well. We settled for dinner, we ate, a little drunk. Around 10:30 p.m., Santa Claus passed – with us, it’s evening. We got out of the table, we put music. The girls unpacked their gifts and mine, which is 8 years old, went to play with her family. It was a special Christmas for my sister: she planned to take her companion and their daughter to New York, a very nice gift, which was important for her. It was to be their first stay there. For her daughter, the surprise was complete.
the powder fire
At that time, we are together. We discuss, we disconnect a little, I start dancing. The others return to the table for dessert. When I join them, the conversation died on Didier Raoult. My brother-in-law idolish, he supports it enormously, he believes a lot in hydroxychloroquine. I don’t judge him: I don’t know anything about politics. I do not advance on these subjects. My companion and I obey the instructions, some would say like small sheep, but I am not in a camp or another. While my brother-in-law is very politically committed. He ignites easily in conversations.
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