The amazing life of Anne Silvier

Prologue

            "Nana, who is this woman over there?", asked Sacha.

Marie turned to her grand-daughter, this small treasure. The beautiful blond haired girl had this amazing bright smile on her face at every second of the day. She had been through those walls so many times before but never asked about the people "hanging on the wall" as she called them.

Marie turned to the black and white photograph and looked at it. There was a special glow in it, she always noticed that and had been captivated by it as a child too.

" This, sweet pee, is my mother and your grand-grand-nana. Annie Silvier.

- She looks like a star!, responded the little girl with stars in her eyes.

- She was... even if she never wanted it."

Her mother was 22 on this photo. Short hair, cut like a boy, with enormous glasses taking half of her face, she was red-headed. It was Halloween and she was laughing so loud Marie could hear it once more. The candid and pure laughter of her mother. How to forget it? Anne was looking at the love of her life, Killian, who did not appear on the photograph. There were pictures of her parents together in the house, but on this, Marie thought that her father presence was so real and not necessary. Clowning Killian's first role was the point of Anne that night even if she loved that part so dearly. She would never forget how her husband dyed his hair for the part and how people thought him more handsome with red hair rather than his natural dark one.

Anne was this beautiful nature. Not a pure classic beauty, her smile made her look instantly fresh and open to the world and Marie was glad her Sacha had the same smile. Her French mother would have transmitted at least that to her family. Sometimes, Marie would stop in front of the photograph and talk to her mother as if she was here.

"Are you ok nana?"

Marie realized she had been silent for minutes now, lost in the memory of this woman of a kind, in her amazing life.

"Yes babe. Don't worry. – answered she with a smile

- How come you never talked about her before?

- Because you were too young my dove. And mama made me promise to tell you when you are not a little girl anymore.

- I'm not a little girl. I'm 6 now! – said Sacha, frowning."

Marie laughed so loudly for a moment. Her Sacha always surprised her. Such a strong character in this little shelf...

"You are right, you are not a little girl anymore... So you wanna hear about gran-nana Anne?

- Yes please nana!

- Ok. Let's go in the salon then."

Marie took the picture off the wall. She walked through the house where she grew up, her grand-daughter's hand in hers. Her mother's portrait in the other, she prayed to her to give her strength once more, as she always did. Once in the living room, they sat in the enormous couch in front of the bay window, which offered a magnificent view of the garden under the snow. Behind them, the fireplace gave them warmth as they cuddled.

"So, Sacha... are you ready?

- Yes nana. I'm ready."