The Revenge of One Humiliated
The twins are in the entrance, they saw me arrive through the window, they ran, they rushed, they are there, in front of me, with their shining eyes, their smiles that light up their faces, their hands waving, their feet tapping, their hearts beating, beating for me, for their mother, for the one who left this morning and who is coming back, who is coming back as she left, but not quite, not completely, not really, because she has changed, because she has met her mother, because she has found her mother again, because she has loved her mother, because she has been loved by her mother, for the first time, for the first time in her life, for the first time in twenty-four years, since she was b