My son Luc, born February 2017
Luc was born here in Marseille in the centre of my adversity, the son of Corsica through me, and of Italy through his deserting father. He was a very healthy three point five kilos, and he is sound of health and limbs.
His first home is the home of a close friend from church, who gave up one of her bedrooms so we have a bedroom we share, and we are still here enjoying a good life (even if it is frugal) and trying to save as much as we can.
Luc works every morning on his writing and Maths, and just after our one o'clock lunch he reads to me for twenty minutes before I allow him a half hour of games using my phone. He is pretty advanced in his three r's (reading, 'riting, and 'rithmetics). He will begin school in the summer.
His first home is the home of a close friend from church, who gave up one of her bedrooms so we have a bedroom we share, and we are still here enjoying a good life (even if it is frugal) and trying to save as much as we can.
Luc works every morning on his writing and Maths, and just after our one o'clock lunch he reads to me for twenty minutes before I allow him a half hour of games using my phone. He is pretty advanced in his three r's (reading, 'riting, and 'rithmetics). He will begin school in the summer.
