Not so long ago, I lost my parents, and I had the unenviable task of clearing their lifetime’s possessions. In a box, I discovered some old school reports of mine. Among the papers and a dreadful school photo was a letter, written by my old junior school headmistress. I had no idea my parents kept this stuff. Reading the letter made me cry.
I will paraphrase the contents towards the end of this story. I read the stories on Maman with great interest – the following will explain why, and I cannot deny there my underlying interest in the subject matter.