登入Élianor I look at Marcus, I look at Marcus who introduces himself as "the neighbor", who defines himself as "the neighbor", who limits himself to "the neighbor", when he is so much more, so much more than that, so much more than what he says, so much more than what he shows, so much more than what he believes, so much more than everything he is, everything he gives, everything he offers, for six years, since that night when he met me, when he loved me, when I left, when he searched, when he found, when he waits, when he will always wait, and I feel, I feel that it's the moment, that it's the instant, that it's now, now to tell the truth, now to say who he is, now to say what he is, now to say what he represents, for me, for my children, for our family, for our life, for our heart, for our soul, everything we have, everything we are, everything we will be, forever, for eternity, for the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we wa
Marcus I am in the entrance, I watch the scene, I watch the children, the teenagers, the adults, all this family that meets, that discovers itself, that tames itself, that loves itself, that hates itself, that tears itself apart, that rebuilds itself, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness, love after love, and I see, I see that the tension is rising, that the looks are exchanged, that the words are launched, that the wounds are opening, that the hearts are tightening, that the souls are searching, that the lives are colliding, that everything could tip over, collapse, disappear, at any moment, at any instant, forever, if no one does anything, says anything, tries anything, to appease, calm, reassure, protect, defend, keep, save, love, everything we have, everything we are, everything we will be, forever, for eternity, for the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we
Élianor The twins come running down the stairs, as they always do, as they have always done, since they learned to walk, since they learned to run, since they learned to live, with that energy, that joy, that life, which characterizes them, which makes them unique, precious, loved, lovable, everything that can be best in the world, everything that one can want, hope, desire, for one's children, for one's family, for one's life, for one's happiness, for one's future, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love. They arrive in the entrance, they see Mathis and Maxime, they stop, they look at them, they look at them with their big eyes that are mine, that are Marcus's, that are Viviane's, that are this family's we are building, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness, love after love, and they ask, in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice t
Élianor They arrive a week later, Mathis and Maxime, fifteen and thirteen years old, Viviane's sons, my half-brothers, these boys I have never known, I have never seen, I have never touched, I have never loved, but whom I love, whom I already love, without knowing them, without ever having seen them, without ever having touched them, without ever having loved them, but by loving them, because they are my mother's sons, because they are my brothers, because that's what a family is, it's not blood, it's not papers, it's not lies, it's those who stay, those who hold on, those who love, those who don't leave, those who don't flee, those who don't betray, those who are there, always there, whatever happens, whatever we do, whatever we say, whatever we choose. They get out of Viviane's car with looks of defiance, looks that defy the world, gestures that say they are here, that they are strong, that they are big, that they are turbulent, that they are insolent, that they are everything th
Élianor Evening falls over the city, night envelops the house, the children are in bed, Matha has gone up to rest, Liora is in her room, Marcus is in the living room, and I am in the kitchen, alone, with my phone, with my thoughts, with my fears, with my doubts, with my hopes, with my loves, with everything I lived today, everything I discovered, everything I learned, everything I loved, everything I forgave, everything I saved, everything I lost, everything I gave, everything I sacrificed, everything I sold, everything I betrayed, everything I abandoned, everything I left, everything I forgot, everything, everything, everything. The phone rings, I look at the screen, it's Viviane, it's my mother, it's the one I met this morning, the one who took me in her arms, the one who told me she loved me, the one who asked me for forgiveness, the one who told me her story, her life, her fears, her doubts, her angers, her vengeances, her lies, her secrets, her crimes, everything she lived, ev
ÉlianorThe house is warm, bright, welcoming, as it always is, as it has always been since Matha has been here, since my children have been here, since Marcus has been here, since Liora has been here, since this family has been building itself, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness, love after love, without me realizing it, without me wanting it, without me daring it, without me believing it, without me hoping for it, without me loving it, but by loving it, because that's what a family is, it's not blood, it's not papers, it's not lies, it's those who stay, those who hold on, those who love, those who don't leave, those who don't flee, those who don't betray, those who are there, always there, whatever happens, whatever we do, whatever we say, whatever we choose.The twins are in the entrance, they saw me arrive through the window, they ran, they rushed, they are there, in front of me, with their shining eyes, their smiles that light up their fa







