“Is my hair OK?”. How many times have I heard those words come out of my mother’s mouth? As soon as a camera was ready to immortalize her, I could have bet a fortune that we would hear that question. Coming out of the subway station, should it rain, in a blink of an eye, she would take out a plastic cap from her purse and would say: “Oh! My God, my hair!”. So you can imagine why she never understood why my sister and I loved this picture so much. Have you seen her smile? You look lovely, Mom!

The 2015 Challenge A to Z is proposed to the French-community of bloggers by Sophie Boudarel of La Gazette des ancêtres.