Jeanne had understood that she would be a big sister soon and was excited about this even if her parents had taken her for a baby.“I hope you don’t mind not being our only baby anymore”She rolled her eyes. Why would she be jealous of her little sister or her little brother? She was rather ecstatic by the news and couldn't wait to play with the child.The announcement of a future child had arrived with that on all the television channels of the resurgence of crime in their neighborhood with the birth of many gangs.Territory wars were legion and were now part of the daily life of the inhabitants of the district who, when the shots broke out, would take refuge in their houses hoping that the stray bullets would not reach them.In this chaotic environment, being a policeman had become a real challenge, but James was not worried about it. He thought he just had to be careful and everything would be fine. This is how he was able to reassure his little family and went out every morning wit
Jeanne had not cried when her mother said those words to her. She was left in a daze and had only suffered the hug of her mother who cried behind her back while her father's colleagues looked at them miserably.She thought it was just a dream for sure, her teasingly smiling dad who ruffled her hair 24 hours ago was gone. But where? For all time?She seemed in her world as her mother asked her to be strong.Strong? For what?She didn't understand everything, but she had read enough pregnancy books to know that what her mother was doing there was not good for the baby.Then mechanically, her face still frozen, she left her mother's embrace and stood up, surprising the three adults in front of her. Her eyes were expressionless almost lifeless as she held out her hand to her mother asking her to stand up."Go and rest, I'll take care of the rest... and stop crying, it's not good for Emma"This surprised her mother as well as the two men when one wanted to take her hand but Jeanne, still co
Emma started to cry as the women next door had a discussion. Little Jeanne, while trying to calm her sister, had partially listened to the debates of these mothers." Oh, that's right? So the 16-year-old girl who gave birth ran away? And the baby? »“I heard the social service say that we would put him up for adoption”“Poor thing… I heard that some children are not directly adopted despite the demand for newborns being rather high”"It's true I have a neighbor who works in an orphanage and told me that many babies stay at home for the first five years of their life, then because of the lack of subsidy, the majority left behind flee and end up on the street and even though they are adopted the parents do not keep them long before returning them… the behavior of these children despite the education they want to transmit to them leaves something to be desired. »"Yes, some people have a dull anger in them that nobody supports them for long... so they go from foster home to foster home un
The little girl didn't know where she was going, every time her sister cried she did her best to calm her down. She had no water to wash and was even afraid to do so because Emma was so small, she did not want her to catch a cold. Fortunately, she had wipes to clean her. She had seen how the nurse had handled it so she could pull through.But they needed a roof to fall asleep because even if she had the anger to protect her sister, she was starting to get tired and with the dark sky on their heads, it was obvious that it was getting late. She needed to secure them a safe place for the night. She'll think about it later for the moment she shouldn't stay out late at night…her mother always told her that.She gritted her teeth. What mother? Not this woman who abandoned them coldly, she will never consider this woman as their mother again today she is dead and buried.She walked for a while before finding herself in front of an encampment that was surrounded by barbed wire and wooden stake
Jeanne didn't know where to start or if she even had to. Still, she found herself in a situation where she had to provide an explanation and therefore, she didn't have a choice. In short, it wouldn't be as complicated as she might imagine in the worst case, the woman would just report them and in the best case, she would be sure to be able to stay with her sister.Her dad always told her that bets weren't good but now, she had to do it hoping her dad wouldn't be too upset.Jeanne sighs and looks at Emma sleeping peacefully, she has just been born but she has already had a good dose of adventures, which she knows would not have happened to just anyone. She smiles from the belly of this woman her little Emma has always been wonderful and it was not about to change.She turned her attention back to the woman who was waiting for an explanation and told herself that in a way, she was right. It is not common to find an 11-year-old child in the vicinity of her house with an infant in her arms
After this night, which she would describe as providential, Jeanne discovered that the camp in which she had ended up stopping was that of immigrants who had fled wars in their country.The state and the city of Central had allocated this land to them so that people from their country could come and live there until the situation at home calmed down and they could return.Of course, it didn't always go as well as they wanted because the native inhabitants often showed xenophobia against them. The small community of ''El Pazo'' is an area that was often subject to attacks from young people of the city who liked to come and intimidate the inhabitants of this small community.The many gangs that had developed here came to impose taxes on them that they had to pay if some wanted to continue to carry out their businesses and activities.The police and the authorities who said they were much too overwhelmed could do nothing for them so they ended up marginalized and exploited by the natives;
Nancy had rushed to their side taking Emma's temperature on the back of her hand. And indeed, the little one was really burning with fever, at this level we could no longer simply speak of a moderate rise in temperature, no it was a real horse fever."Run quickly and get me a thermometer"Jeanne trembling from head to toe had taken a relatively long moment of reaction which annoyed Nancy. Even if she could understand that the teenager was going through a difficult time in her life, she did not want this to impact on the future, she had to be reactive immediately to provide care for her sister."Jeanne"The latter had jumped, Nancy's voice finally reaching her brain, she looked panicked at Nancy who clapped both hands in front of her face.“Do you understand yourself? You mustn't pass this worry on to Emma, she's in enough pain already… now you calm down and go get me the thermometer… then you go get Uncle Renzo and bring him here understood? »Jeanne, who was shaking like a leaf, jus
Renzo had finished preparing a concoction for Emma while the little girl, much smaller than children of her age if we had to compare, was in her sister's arms.The latter could well feel the heat emanating from her sister's body and it frightened her. The temperature she felt at her touch was already such that she was suffocating so she can't even imagine what her little Emma must be feeling. But in her way of moaning, she must be in a lot of pain and it makes her want to cry.She kissed her forehead trying to sing her lullabies but her sister continued to writhe in pain, her flushed skin making her image even more ominous.Renzo made her drink the medicine which she imagined to be bitter given the way Emma twisted her face. But she was forced to drink it all and once done, after a few minutes, the temperature began to drop, Jeanne heaving a reassuring sigh.Emma went back to sleep as the other people in the room were about to go home."Here Nancy when she wakes up make her drink this