Ace Fontaine
"A soul that carries empathy is a soul that has survived an enormous amount of pain"
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"Comment vous sentez-vous aujourd'hui?" I spoke up as I set the warm tea on the small table beside Maman's bed. [French: how are you feeling today]
"Je me sens bien, ils m'ont donné un nouveau médecin" maman replied as she picked the cup of camomile tea and placed it to her lips. [French: I'm feeling good, they gave me a new doctor]
"ont-ils maintenant?" I raised a brow in her direction as I leaned over to place my cup of black coffee on the side table. [French: did they now]
"oui et laissez-moi vous dire qu'il est un régal pour les yeux." She tells me with a smirk on her face before sipping her tea once more.
"calme toi vieux con" I breathe out a laugh.
[French: clam down you old geezer]
She lets out a chuckle as she placed her cup down on the table beside her bed. "comment va le travail?" She asked with her brows raised. [French: how's work going]
I knew that question was coming.
If Mama ever found out what I actually did for work she'd have another heart attack.
Mama doesn't want my outcome to be the same as my father's. In other words, she doesn't want me dead.
Papa fought so damn hard to get out of the shady business for Mama. He wanted to provide a good and safe environment for Mama and me. He didn't want to bring his newborn baby into a world of violence and danger.
But regardless of how hard he tried, he ultimately failed.
"c'est bon" I nodded to myself. Hiding shit from her was hard as fuck. Somehow she always saw through my lies. [French: it's good]
"si mauvais? qu'est-ce qui, rend mauvais les collègues? la gestion?" She asked, tilting her head or the side slightly. Her eyes filled with genuine concern and curiosity.
[French: that bad? What makes it so bad? The coworkers? The management?]
"pas de maman" I brush off. [French: no mama]
It's not like I want to lie to her but I have no other choice. And regardless of how much we need this money, she's far too stubborn to come to terms with it.
She'd rather pull the damn plug herself.
"Es-tu sûr mon amour?" She questioned softly, staring deep into my eyes as if trying to read me.
[French: are you sure my love]
I send her a single nod.
"Mrs. Fontaine, may I speak to you in the hall?"
A voice comes from behind me, scaring me a bit. I cast a glance over my shoulder and realized it was just the doctor.
"Of course" I turn back to my mama and send her a small smile. "je reviens maman." She nods gently, turning her attention back to the tv that's been playing since I got here.
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