Lucie Demange

Holidays spent at my mother’s. The atmosphere is tense: not only does she find it hard to accept that I’m not the girly daughter she dreamt of having, but she is also in the middle of divorcing my stepfather. The stay promises to be eventful.

Holidays spent at my mother’s. The atmosphere is tense: not only does she find it hard to accept that I’m not the girly daughter she dreamt of having, but she is also in the middle of divorcing my stepfather. The stay promises to be eventful.