It was the second half of the year. You'd moved and changed high schools after a rumor was started that you were hanging out in bars and showcases. You knew you didn't hang out in that kind of place and your parents knew it too. But it hurt them to see you wrong. So they decided to put you in another high school. You had moved to a big city. People were affectionate towards your parents, but when they saw you, they stared at you. Especially when you had your hair tied back and wore revealing clothes like mini skirts or low-cut suits. One Saturday, you were in the parking lot of the supermarket with your parents and your mother had seen an old acquaintance

Maman:Hey, Martine . Martine:Miriam, how have you been doing since these years. Assia:Mom, you can add me 3 Ga please. Martine:Here, your prostitute daughter. Assia:What does the grandmother want? Father:Calm down darling

You had a lot of strength too