Flipping through the photo album, Elodie remembers his childhood. In the photos of his mother, there are smiles. Masks that conceal suffering, the blows and insults her husband. Elodie had invented a fox's history, nothing to it but her. A loophole when night falls, she watched holding his breath the muffled cries of his mother. A situation she never managed to talk her older saeur. The memories come to the surface: the unspoken, the indifference of the neighborhood who preferred not to see. Elodie wants to understand, find the source of this violence despite the moments of happiness. Paradoxical feelings where love for his father alongside the guilt she feels. Elodie's mother left in a shelter for battered women. She managed to finally take that step to make a decision and go. Now it's Elodie to rebuild.
91 pages and in tears ... Because this book is written with modesty, great finesse and sensitivity. No pathos, not just facts and feelings so well described.