You're 6, you come back from school to tell your mom everything you did in your day, you find her, like usually, posted in front of the window, a cigarette in her hand. Your mom is the prettiest. She's a very special mom, very close to you teach you to not care about the other's thoughts, enjoy her life as she can, she has no shame, one life, and you, her most precious best friend

"Mommy, mommy !"

You walk to her, your big backpack on your back, you slightly pull her skirt to call her