My dear Franck

I have just got back home, and I can’t wait longer to write you this letter. I need to explain my decision, which must have been a blow for you. In fact, right from the beginning, I knew I wouldn’t go with you to Buenos Ayres but I was unable to tell you. Words wouldn’t come out. I think I wanted to dream a little longer just to chose the gloomy side of my life here. I must admit I haven’t explained my family background clearly.

First, I have never left home. I am only nineteen and I am still a child, I have always lived with my father. Even though he is a violent man, I must stay with him because my mother relied on me to keep the home together. I promised her to live with my father and be the breadwinner, so both have control on my life and I must fulfil my duty. I can’t leave him alone.

Secondly, I was born into a religious family and I wonder what my colleagues at work would have said when they found I had run away with you. You know how important to me other people’s opinion is.

Thirdly, I am afraid of the unknown. I am neither adventurous nor brave. Escape is death, even if I know that with you, I would have been happy.

I think going away isn’t the best solution. I am going to try and face up to my problems.

My dear Franck, here are the reasons why I didn’t follow you.

Taking such a decision isn’t so easy and I’m sure that you understand. I just want to thank you for loving me and I want you to know that I will never forget you.

Eveline

Claire DESPLANTES

Sept. 2001