"Beautiful," said Nathalie after failing to remember the house in front of her.
After hearing Nathalie's praise for the tiny house that Nathalie would live in, Nathan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where's my grandmother?" asked Nathalie as she entered the house. Her gaze was fixed on the pictures on the house's walls containing her images while in France.
"This is a picture of my grandmother?" asked Nathalie, pointing to a photo of an old woman in her sixties.
"Right."
"Then a picture of my parents?"
Nathan pretended to be sad. "You certainly don't remember? You asked your grandmother to throw away all the pictures of your parents because you don't want to remember the bitter memories that they have died?"
Nathalie was surprised and then looked at Nathan.
"That's the truth; later, yo
