The English Woman Part Two

                    Her name was Anne-Marie  and knowing that  filled our  childish hearts  with a happiness rivaling that  when grabbing a one-legged crab  after a long day of chase  on a slippery beach under a feverish sun. It was an overwhelming happiness .
                   Anne-Marie came from England  and she spoke French .  I knew that the language she spoke was French because I and my brothers  were taking lessons in French  .Actually for years the little girl me  thought that French is the mother tongue of English people  .
                  Summer holiday was over so  I and my family left home to go back home .Nothing but  my grandma ’s reassuring words that soon winter vacation would come ,could sooth the pain of leaving my native island.
 
                 The English woman and my uncle paid us a visit  .I and my siblings  were on  cloud nine.  We sat next to her smiling shyly saying nothing but our eyes revealing a lot of our happiness.  I remember  that day as if it were yesterday. We were writing  on a wooden  slate things we wanted  to tell her .I can’t remember clearly all  the sentences we wrote that evening ,but ‘ Je t’aime ‘ was an  unforgettable sentence because  it translated  and still translate  all the  genuine love in tiny Tunisian hearts, a love that   knows no boundaries .
 
Written by arabian roses      to be continued 
 
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