He hesitates, stops sucking his thumb, then puts his arms around my neck. I don't know why at this very moment I am seized with emotion at the idea of ​​seeing my son Manu clinging to me like this as if he wanted to say to me: take care of mum, please, I'm not old enough to do that yet.

Once installed in the doctor's office, the latter takes off his glasses and crosses his fingers on the table.

“The prognosis is mixed.

"I don't understand though, she is very well followed... what's going on? She woke up?

"Her blood pressure is very high, too high. But there is no...