Paris.
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It is twelve o'clock and I am at Charles de Gaulle airport. I can see Daddy's car parked in the parking lot from a distance. He came with my favorite. He's definitely been here waiting for me for seven hours. Holy dad !! My phone suddenly started ringing. It was Candide and Cindy! She had already done their calculations. I reminded them that I love them very much. When to Candide, she finally told me that she is in a relationship. But who are the lucky ones? Candide can't keep a guy. She is afraid of commitment. I wished him good luck and above all a lot of courage. We parted in TEARS.
I see my daddy from behind and I run towards him, screaming like a little girl: "daddy dear, my daddy". He turned around and hugged me straight. He said to me: > Lol! Impossible ! I told her that I look like my daddy, my mom and a lot more like my grandmother. So I belong to this family entirely. But what would explain this connection with Habiba? Thomas managed to really ask me about my first name. After our jog, we ate ice cream. And not with strawberry but with vanilla. It will not always be strawberry, yes! He brought me home and it was the start of a great friendship. I forgot to tell you he's a widower. Thomas has just lost his wife and child in a traffic accident. Like Maman and Candide, he is a lawyer and he is passionate about pastry. I don't like to bake cakes; I prefer to devour them.
I'm supposed to give birth in two days and no false contractions. I can't wait to meet my little princess.
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