His parents' wedding photo does not exist. This is what his mother had told him. No money, no cliché where the white dress and the smiles of young lovers freeze. Things were like that. It didn't really bother Angèle (1), that there is none.
But she felt it, “something hadn’t been said”. As a little girl, she had rummaged in a locked drawer, although it was forbidden to children. “I had seen, in the family record book, that my parents had married after the years my two brothers were born. » At home, it never comes up. The Bretons are modest and silent, it seems. “My mother and father were discreet. We didn't say anything. » Then standing straight, in the row, she too is silent.
Things changed when her older sister died twenty-two years ago. While tidying up the deceased's library, Angèle came across a book which contained a black and white image. It was his mother's face, next to his father. Their wedding photo.
“I thought there was a hidden child”
And then, as she undertakes genealogical research, less to draw a…
