Escape to Paris

A never ending love

My mom might have not imagined before that her friendship would then be also mine. That kindness had never stopped at one person; it went on and on.

She, is more like a grandmother to me. My mom's best friend, and now also mine. It was only the second time when I saw her last time. She made a great effort to see me, taking metro for an hour with 4 transfers. I admit I don't know her so well. Really. It was also just that time I knew her age, I knew how she met my mom, I knew what she was doing. I only knew that she was my mom's best friend. But you know, I felt something when I saw her. That warm feeling. A feel of being loved.

Dear Claude Beville.. thank you for all the love;
I learned a lot just in short time meeting you.