Champagne

Parents are always the last resort when we are confused and suffering.

Yes, children do tend to be arrogant and disobedient.

Their house is just an airport that they will visit when they need to travel far or just transit.

That's how I am with my current position as if I miss my mother, without remembering what I did to her some time ago. Nothing special indeed, but suddenly miss my hometown.

About 150 km, and about two and a quarter hours drive me to Champagne. The hometown is famous for its best white wine.

My father worked as a clerk at the champagne vineyard " Montagne de Reims ". His daily life makes him a person who is very familiar with the juice.

Often he doesn't come home just to have a drink with his colleagues from the proceeds of his smuggling. Even one of the insiders there commanded him. Not a big number indeed, they just like to get drunk.

A woman who had started to have two colors in her hair greeted me warmly. She is the strongest woman I have ever known. She had always loved her asshole husband.

" Why did you just come ? Are you busy ? Have you found a new job ? "

" Hey madam, is that all you think after a long time not seeing your daughter ? "

" Hahaha.. you look fine, don't you think ? "

" What about you ? Is your husband not coming home again ? "

" Yes I am fine. Let's eat mommy just make Rafioli for you "

" You are the best madam "

We entered a warm little house located near the forest of Forêt Domaniale.

We gossiped wildly about what was going on in this area and about my sisters who were married and living with her husband.

This beautiful woman hugged me who was lying on the bed with her.

" Aren't you lonely momm ? "

" Of course not, I have your father "

" Is that really dad ? Were you guys really poor from the start ? "

" No, no. Your father was a very kind person to me. He worked hard and we weren't poor, but we weren't rich either "

" Is mom happy ? "

" Of course, don't hate your father too much. Do you have a boyfriend ? "

" I'm not sure ma'am "

" Really ? Who is that person ? What is his job ? "

" I don't know, I don't know everything ma'am "

" You love him ? "

" I do not know "

" Go, tell him. And take this with you. Don't be afraid, chase your happiness "

While he put the necklace he had just removed from his neck for me.

I had to go back to Paris because I got an email interview with an art gallery there.

" Sorry ma'am, I'm leaving so soon "

" I love you, honey "

" Bye, ma'am "

The old lady of the house waved her hand.

The Paris Museum of Modern Art invited me for an interview this afternoon. They will plan to hold an international open exhibition where the works of young French artists will be included. They were quite interested in my painting and would give me a chance to display it there. They will also pay royalties to me. In addition, I will also go directly to the exhibition to interpret my work for gallery visitors. I should be able to sell it with my communication skills. This will improve my image among world art enthusiasts.