The bus was wrapped in a blanket of mist. All four of us at the table, fully absorbed in a project. Mathilde making hemp bracelet, Mara and Aïsha sewing clothes for their stuffed animals, and me, sewing another patch on Aïsha’s favorite pants.
After lunch, Aïsha and I walking on the beach. And the sun that peeked through the fog and made everything feels so very bright. The siren she made with seaweeds, feathers and sea shells. And then her smile when she ran towards me, her arms spread open and how she hugged me tight. I kissed her eyes and felt tears fill mine.
My little girl. My big wise girl.
I hope I will never forget those magical moments.