I closed my eyes, remembering the hardest moment of my life. My memories intertwined, bringing up the hellish series of events. Every thought converged in that direction, forcing me to uncover that pot full of horrors.
“And you couldn’t do it. Go ahead, Melisande,” Mr Mc Laine insisted with such sweetness that my eyes flooded with tears.
“I never had the courage to reveal my handicap, much less to my parents. They were so in love with Monique's perfection that they wouldn’t understand, and what’s more it would have supported their conviction that there was something inadequate, unworthy and wrong about me. Basically I was different, and as such, unacceptable.“ I sank into the sea of my memories, and its waters were so cold that I shuddered. I was silent while I heard Mr Mc Laine pourin
