My mother quickly came out of her room and rushed to see him.
I did the same with a beating heart.
Was my imagination right or was it playing tricks on me?
Maybe I was right?
Maybe there was someone in our house?
Maybe the fact of having moved had changed absolutely nothing?
Maybe it was this person who took my picture and surely Liam saw it and got scared?
Besides, I couldn't stand having my picture taken. It was innate in me, there was nothing I could do to change it.
- What? What's wrong, Liam? cried my terribly frightened mother.
- You will not believe it and I am very pissed off!
My camera broke!
Haha! It was a joke eh!
Definitely ... I understood very quickly.
- Liam! So it was you who took my picture earlier? I asked annoyed.
I had thought it was a thief, I was not very cowardly by nature, but that was no longer possible!
He didn't respond knowing it was him but didn't want to admit it.
- You know very well that I can't stand having my picture taken, I'm not photogenic. I have always found myself very ugly in pictures.
- But no you're talking nonsense you're very beautiful that's why I took a picture of you.
And then it's not my fault I swear I didn't do it on purpose!
At first I wanted to hide and take a nice photo of you to make a surprise frame for you that we would put on a piece of furniture in the living room.
It was only for your birthday, but the flash activated by itself and now the surprise is wasted! he said sadly.
I couldn't be mad at him. It was impossible, it started with a good intention.
I bent down to his height and told him.
- Thank you very much Liam, that's very kind of you.
But I must tell you that your surprise is not spoiled at all.
We're going to play the game, me in any case I'm going to do like this I didn't know, okay?
- Yes okay. he replied with a wonderful smile.
I really couldn't blame him, he was so nice it wasn't his purpose to bother me.
Besides, he needed an older sister.
He had hardly benefited from being with his father. And his other brother had never been there, I didn't know if he knew he had a big brother at the time.
I would always be there for him and my mom too.
That's why I wanted to give him all the strength and support he needed to grow and thrive.
I went back to my room and started a book that was on the bookshelf.
I enjoyed this book very much.
I liked everything that was mysterious, novel and detective too.
I liked reading it relaxed me a lot.
It was around midnight and I still couldn't sleep so I decided to go downstairs to grab a bite to eat.
I was in the kitchen and saw my mother standing with a cup of tea.
It was curious ... The only time she thought about it was to find a solution to a problem.
But there was no problem!
Finally I thought so.
- Mom is everything okay? I asked him.
- Yes, my darling, I'm fine. she answered me with lost eyes.
- You don't like it here?
- But yes, of course I like Miami.
Do you realize in just three weeks I've made a lot more friends here than thirty years in New York and you're okay? High school ?
I didn't know if I should tell him what I had seen earlier ...
- Yeah, I'm fine ... By the way mom, I have to tell you something.
- Yes I'm listening ?
Beep beep beep.
My phone had started to vibrate.
I had received a message from an unknown number.
I pressed the notification.
Hey hi it's Isaac how are you?
What ... what do you mean Isaac? Where did he get my number from? I looked at the screen higher and understood better. Facebook. He was wasting no time!
It all became more and more fishy.
I preferred to ignore his post and delete it.
My mother stopped me from my thoughts.
- So Emma, what did you want to tell me?
- Oh uh nothing interesting actually ...
But are you doing it on purpose or what?
Why didn't you tell him?
If so, she knows this guy! Well, it's the headmaster so she's already seen him ...
Oh yeah ok, I was really tired. I thought, yawning at length.
- Good night mom !
She did not answer me, she had her gaze fixed on her cup of tea and still thoughtful.
It really wasn't her to be like that.
Well this day had been very eventful!
When I was little, my mom loved to make jokes. When I was sad, she always knew how to make my grief go away.
She had always been a strong and courageous woman despite the trials she had gone through.
One day, she told me one of her stories.
She was in the hospital, about to give birth, she was exhausted from her day at work.
She had felt severe pain so she thought it was contractions and labor had already started. Unfortunately, the doctor had told her that it was not contractions but that she had lost her baby.
She fainted when she heard these words ...
Even if she had known how to remain unmoved despite this horrible news, she did not intend to stay like that.
She was going to fight to be proud of herself and her future children, and she had succeeded.
So for me, yes my mother was my role model and it will be forever.
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