girls: Episode24: The Girls reunion 
- You're not a man!
- Be careful what you say! added and furious, I've always respected because of kinship that united us!
That was the famous dispute that erupted between my father and my grandmother after my forced return to Sousse, the afternoon of the scandal it made me on my place of work .
She has continued to insult me all the way and especially to insult my père.D Moreover, just one hour after our arrived at his villa Bouhsine, she called him, asking him to come urgently as if something terrible happens, whose resolution required the presence of several people.
This incident so serious, was well on my work. I was young in the eyes of my grandma, even very young, a baby dependent, as his daughter who never left adolescence.
For her, as I studied, it was the duty of my father to meet my needs. She thought maybe he would not give me enough money to live a life of ease and comfort, a life that corresponded to my class.
For her, a child of the bourgeoisie, should work as the head of'm even is someone important, with many responsibilities and many subordinate to him.
But being a shop assistant, service to others, that was unforgivable insult to his dignity and his ego. Personally, I'm not embarrassed to be in service to others, but it was the end of the world.
When she called, she kept screaming, as if a misfortune had arisen. My poor dad had left everything and came running when has learned that it was me.
was about 20h. I sat on a sofa in large living room, very tense under the eyes of bad guys and bullies my grandmother, standing a few inches from me, as if she feared that I would abscond.
Three steps on a pouf in front of screen brother, was taped, her hands holding a joystick console gaming Very concentrated, it has not even paid attention to my presence and did not take the salute my penalty, even a simple smile, yet it has not seen for at least three months.
As for my sister, who was only 8 years, she stood near a decorative plant that my grandmother received as a gift from a friend who went on a trip to Mexico recently, a Philodendron mandianum, I think. She caressed the leaves, tenderly, as if she stroked the hair of a doll. In fact, my sister was a little weird, she did not play with dolls or cars with boys, but she loved plants. She spoke their own.
She had an imagination so overwhelming, she thought that plants and trees of the villa were talking to him at night when everyone was asleep.
was a subject that has always worried about my grandmother, since she was responsible for the education of Lina dice his birth. This was also the only three of us who lived full time with Grandma, and was not greatly affected by the divorce of my parents, since Grandma saw as her mother and father both . She took her to a pediatrician to another, and sometimes even psychiatrists. She feared that her daughter is suffering from a sort of dementia that his doctor has not catering detected at birth.
But the conclusion drawn by all those who considered, that is due to its isolation, because my grandmother had decided at an early age not to enroll in a kindergarten, but the manner of aristocrats, it pay a teacher who comes every day to teach him good manners, and languages. She also mastered the more French than Arabic. It was the will of my grandma, who loved the language of Molière and considered it a symbol of belonging to the hight Society.
And she was listed as the three of us sisters to school, a prestigious school for children middle-class families.
- Mom, look, it has moved its leaves!
Mamie, looked at the corner of my eye while keeping the other on me and said softly.
- is due to air current darling!
Then they heard the slamming of the front door and I saw dad, not heavy to move, as being afraid to hear bad news.
when she saw, she released him from her eyes and venomous toward my poor dad.
Without a good night from him, she attacked him directly, so violently as usual. She had skinned alive, with his words, his prejudices moral.
And what I found strange that my father did not defend. He let the insult, outrage without actually respond, not even a tantrum.
He was perhaps grateful, since it was responsible for the education of his daughter, but it was not a reason to mistreat and humiliate and leave.
- Why is it so urgent? then devouring me with a look both sweet and worried, sweetie cava? In
nodded to say yes, I muttered.
- Yes, Cava! As
relieved, my father took out his pipe, the only habit he has kept his former status as a businessman, and on the other hand grabbed the lighter but my grandmother stopped him on the field.
- What are you doing here?
Raising eyebrows in amazement.
- do you think?
- Do not answer my question with another! she cried angrily, then snatching the pipe with ferocity. In my house, you do not smoke! Then
me pointing the finger like a death sentence.
- Your dear girl hump as a seller, you realize? My father
sat on a chair and said calmly.
- That's good, it takes the responsibility ...
- Pardon ? hurla-t-elle furieuse. Je t’ai dit une vendeuse !
- Et alors ? c’est un travail comme les autres.
Énervée par la froideur de mon père, elle continua.
- Mais tu n’as pas honte de toi ? t’es son père, tu dois travailler pour subvenir à ses besoins mais pas la laisser bosser, elle est si jeune !
Et là, j’intervenais prenant la défense de mon papa.
- Mamie, ce n’est pas pour l’argent que je bosse, c’est juste que…
- Ferme-la ! me lança-t-elle, quand les grands parlent, les jeunes se taisent !
Mon père, intervenait pour la première fois en haussant la voix.
- Ne parle pas comme it's my daughter!
- No, it's my daughter to me, you did can be designed, but it was I who was educated.
And then we heard the music of loss and a voice resembling that of a robot, saying "Game over" from the TV. There my brother up there silent in his world, returned a few moments with us sulking.
- Merrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrdeuuuuuu! and rising from his pouf! but you can not go talk elsewhere? you distract me!
My father smiled and spoke to him.
- Hi son cava?
Bayram, looked at the corner of my eye, and murmured against the heart.
- Yes, Cava! and talking to grandma, you can not go to continue your discussions Byzantine in another room?
My grandmother, not wanting to argue with him too.
- Go play with your console in your room!
- No, my TV screen is small and I wanted to play on this one! and insolent, so if you want, you go play in my room or in the garden!
- Thank you for your generosity, my boy! cried my father, in jest.
And my sister also took the tip of the loose dress of my grandmother crying of his voice capricious.
- Shuuuuuuuuuuuut Louie wants to sleep!
- Who's Charley?
- Look, Mom! she said, pointing his finger with the plant.
eyes burning with rage, screamed Grandma.
- Lina, go to your room!
And moments after the main door of the house opened, and the noise of the heels of my mother approached us. Grandma ran a furious glance at him and growled.
- Finally, you're back!
Without even stopping, and putting his foot on the first stair.
- We will talk tomorrow man, I'm in a hurry.
- Pardon? and leaving my father to take his breath a few seconds, you do not see who is here?
My mother threw a glance at his handsome gold watch, and turning his head toward us, his facial expression changed.
- Damn, man, what is this man doing here?
- This Man? my father asked himself stunned, then laughed, oh that's good, you do not know my name now.
My mother, pretending not to hear it went up another two steps, but my grandmother stopped screaming.
- But where are you? you just go home.
My mother let out a whistle, and searched his bag in search of his mobile phone.
- I'll go out with Ahmed, it will be box!
- But you were with him in the afternoon?
- Yes, but we decided to go box, so I'm going to change that! In
by crossing my eyes.
- Ah, Yasmine? are you here?
- Yes, man! "I said, drawing a false smile.
- Cava studies? then up the rest of the steps quickly, listen if you need money or anything, we'll talk tomorrow, then sending me a kiss with the hand, being good, eh!
then disappears into his room upstairs. My father crossed his arms a moment, then rose from the chair, saying with a serious tone.
- Well, my dear mother in law, I think you had better address the education of your own daughter to take care of before that of my children! And
approached me while I kiss a sweet sticky on the front.
- I'm proud of you, my darling! you can work as a sales or even as a dancer, me it does not bother me!
Then my sister pressed against him and spoke to my brother.
- Good night, Bayram!
My brother did not make the effort to turn his head and raised his right hand to greet him.
My father looked at him a bit of a sad and then drew a small smile to annoy my grandmother, who cared nothing about him, and left the house, slamming the door sharply.
- Even the way he proves that he close the door lack of delicacy!
Then following my gaze that reflected no reaction.
- What are you looking at eh? to your room now!
Well, a little idea of the beautiful family atmosphere driven by the maestro my grandmother. Vers22h battery, absolute quiet reigned in the house. Mamie was in her room and me in yours that I shared with my sister.
I did not sleep, I was merely observing sleep like a baby and talk during his sleep sometimes. And I decided to leave the house early before my grandmother woke up and it'll make me a new moral lesson to the old.
at 5am, I ran away from home towards the station lease. The sun was still in the clouds and a slight cold but sells played all the way with my hair.
Once a lease for Tunis, I put my sunglasses over his eyes, and I would lie slightly on my back seat near the window right. A quarter of an hour later, the driver started the car, which raced in the pavement at any speed, sometimes jumping because of multiple cracks in the road.
Before starting the highway, I closed my eyes hoping to get some sleep to rest, but just sleeping, I was awakened by the deafening noise of the breaking of windshields. The car began to skid on the road, then the unpleasant sound of braking the car suddenly stopped on the track I was faster heart beat.
Opening his eyes, his face pale and distraught from the shock, I saw a huge stone on the windshield, totally shattered, and fragments of stone laid out on the hood of the car. And then removing my glasses, I saw the car surrounded by three motorcycles. One of the men, their faces uncovered, jumped from his motorcycle and threatening the driver with a large knife.
- Give me the keys to the car!
And one of the four bandits who accompanied him, came up to my window half open, and leaned over the door, staring at our faces pale with fear, then said, drawing a wicked smile when he noticed there were only women in the back of the car.
- So ladies and gentlemen, you do not have anything to offer me this morning? And
admiring my necklace that shone under the rays of sun infiltrated shyly through the clouds, he drew his knife saying.
- Then you give it to me nicely or I'll take my way?
