This Wednesday morning, when her father, whom she adores above all else, opens his newspaper, she should cough at least once. And it doesn’t say that he doesn’t splutter his coffee either when discovering the very intimate confessions of his youngest daughter in our columns (and on our site!).
Certainly, he knew she felt good about herself. Happy to be alive. Delighted to have married the man of her life she met twelve years ago, and mother of a two-year-old boy.
But Héloïse (1), what do you want, she’s his daughter. Her baby for life. She may be 29 years old today and have sown precious memories since she was very little, but imagining her in very naughty postures should be a bit confusing. Maybe make him smile. Because he has a sense of humor, this devil of a father who lives along the Sèvre Niortaise in the Marais Poitevin where he enjoys a rather quiet retirement.
A choice of life
When talking about her parents, the young author is moved. She owes them her freedom today to be what she is, uninhibited. And too bad if sometimes she was able to make Mom and Dad cringe by abandoning, for example, her notarial studies on the line. She holds her head high in her choice…
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