On the evening, when Florence came back from work, she kissed me on the cheek. She was happy her clumsy husband could make new moves a three-year-old child fulfilled easily. Wonderful Florence! Everything was so simple with her. Nevertheless, you should have never met. When I thought about it! My parent wished for me and according to their beliefs a “beautiful and good marriage” with an “ideal wife” – that is to say a woman from an equal, social background, bourgeois of possible but especially practising Catholic. It never occurred to me I would upset them. The little Eric had suffered a lot for more than three years for not having a family. Once I was “ at the Hilgers” and I had become “Michel” I only had one obsession: being accepted, thanking and filling them, making them proud even if I had to prettify some little lies. The young adult I was become dared to agree to marry someone who would be suitable for them.