Deja arrived in Paris, France, only a couple of months ago. In the beginning, all she did was sleep and rest. It was understandable, but Momma Olivia was anxious to converse with her lovely daughter. It had been so long they had been apart, and she was concerned about her daughter and all the dreary silence that surrounded her.
Deep in Deja's heart, soul, and body, it was a breath of fresh air for her to be at home again. She had been away for so many years. To feel the atmosphere and see the quaint, cozy streets of Paris again was a terrific feeling of home. It seemed like forever since she'd been here, and yet it felt like yesterday. Now that she is back at the lovely house with the scent of jasmine throughout. She was seeing the faces of mama Olivia, Ms. Frenchman, and Raymonde, who
