« - It's normal for you to see your mother. - I know, but ... - You don't need to justify yourself or make excuses, do we agree? - Nevertheless, I feel bad. - Why? (...) - Because of what she did to you ... It's really ... disgusting, I pronounced with difficulty. It is hypocritical of him to act as if nothing had happened. (...) "What happened between me and your mother is only about her and me," he said, detaching each of the syllables. Our relationship with you has nothing to do with it. I'm not offended or offended because you see your mother, and vice versa. Is that clear? I nodded and looked down on the table. I knew this speech by heart: Mom held the same one, at the word. Except that, in real life, you can't divide a family into two parts, mom on one side, dad on the other, and the child at the center who also has to split. It's the same when you tear a sheet of paper in half: you try to put the pieces back together, you'll always see the dividing line. »

« "Life went on, normal and joyful, in a world that was not... When we realized that, you couldn't go back, like a face. Or a name. Once the truth is discovered, it is forever imposed. » »

« "I used to be invisible: no one ever paid attention to me. Or not for long. I did not have the charm and presence of my brother. I was not graceful and attractive like my mother. I had neither the intelligence nor the fishing of my friends. Only here it is: we want to be noticed that until the day it happens to us. » »