Baby Florian pushed the door of his parents’ room. His father was there. The baby shook his father’s legs. Obviously he had something in mind. Aymeric carried him.

“Mummy is crying.”

“Yes sweety I know. She’s been crying a lot lately.”

“Can I do something ?”

“Of course, she’s always glad to see you. Why don’t you go to Mummy, okay babe ?”

Baby Florian headed to the living room. Annshera was crying a flood of tears, on the sofa, quite loudly. Flo was driven by a strong resolve. He carried a huge box of tissues and threw it on the sofa. Step by step he climbed by himself and jumped to join his mother. He put more tissues than needed on his hand and wiped his mother’s tears.

“Florian…”

“Mummy you’re sad. Don’t be sad Mummy.”

“Oh my love.”

“Mummy you don’t cry. I’m here. I love you Mummy.”

He was right here. Just in front of her. Her flesh and blood. Her son. Why crying while her baby boy with her. Safe, healthy and happy. He never left. He was always here the whole time. Comforted, she gave him a warm hug. She dove her eyes into his.

“Hear my out Florian, thank you my love for everything, Mummy is very proud of you. I love you. You are my love and whatever happens I will make sure you always feel my love. I love you Florian, my baby, my son, my child.”