There are adults who become pillars without instructions. They take on them, shut up, tinker with security with their own flaws. This story begins with a lie, but above all it speaks of an immense, awkward love, and a truth revealed too late… but not without reason.
A broken childhood, an adult who remains
I was only five when my life changed. My parents died brutally, leaving me with a weakened body and an entire existence to rebuild. The memories are blurry: my mother’s voice in the kitchen, my father’s smell on the way home from work, then the void.
The accident, I don’t remember. The consequences, yes. In the hospital, adults talked about orientations, solutions, placement. And then Julien came. My mother’s brother. He did not seek advice. He just said no. Not to strangers. No to the distance. No to abandonment.
He took me home with the determination of someone who had no idea what he was doing, but who was sure of one thing: he would stay.
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