| CHAPTER -6- LIFE GOES ON |
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| After that great day to the park, Maxime keeps coming at home to check on Adele and me. Times goes by, and father has been gone for 6 months now. Life is almost back to normal, even if we still miss him so much. Maxime is a great friend, and i always look forward to his visit to us. But at the same time..more and more questions are turning in my head...and no answer of course. |
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| While Adele was out playing with her friend, i was taking care of the flower box. It has been a couple of days now, that i find excuse when Maxime wants to come over. My hearth and my head does'nt agree at all. I just don't understand, Maxime was there near me since i was a little girl, and i've always saw in him a big brother. Why is that that all in a sudden my feeling are changing...and what are Maxime feelings. He does'nt say a word about what he feels... |
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| My little sister is becoming a big girl..and often at night we spend some time together just the 2 of us. While i work on my tapestry...she sits there and talk with me. Sitting down in our favorite room. This was mother's boudoir. Adele did never knew mother since she passed away when Adele was born. But we can feel mother's presence right in here. She was a beautiful lady. You know Sophie, said Adele you look just like mother... |
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| Special gift from my friend Annie from Mintha sims...get the candleholder . .THANK YOU ANNIE.... |
| get the victorian paintings |
| get Annie candleholder |
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| The next sunday we went back to the park..but the magic that i've found there when we came with Maxime was not there anymore. What am i going to do? Sophie, what's wrong ask Adele. You look so sad. Did i do sometething wrong, are you sick? No, no sweetie, you did nothing wrong, i am just tired a little bit. Why did'nt you ask Maxime to come with us, ask Adele...??? That is the question, why???? Why am i fighting against my own heart, my own feelings. Even my sweet little sister knows what i should have done..so why am i doing this to myself. Mother sometimes i wish so much that you would be right here with me, so i could talk to you. I know you would understand |
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