The next morning, me and Maman ate breakfast together, quietly, while Phillipe slept. We went into her room and sat on her bed. I looked at her and she looked at me, and then I fell onto her and hugged her. I hugged her and hugged her, and tears spilt out of both of our eyes.
"I miss Papa so much," I said to Maman.
"So do I," Maman said sadly.
We talked about Papa, and Mamam told me stories about him from when they were younger. She told me about when he fell into a pond trying to grab a water lily for her. She told me about when Papa and herself got married. She told me many, many stories, and we laughed and cried together.
YOU ARE READING
We Were Given A Miracle
Historical FictionGisele lives in France with her family in the 1940s. When the Nazis conquer the country, her world is turned upside down. Gisele and her family are Jewish, which complicates the situation even more. With the looming threat of being sent to a concent...
