Kiffe Kiffe Tomorrow by Faïza Guène

Author:Faïza Guène [Guene, Faiza]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Monday, at Mme Burlaud's, we did something new, like a game. She was showing me these large-format photos, flipping through them pretty fast, and I had to say "like it" or "don't like it."

Most of the time, since it was going so fast, I answered automatically without really having time to think. So for example, I found myself saying "don't like it" to the photo of a little baby. Mme Burlaud, playing like it was by accident, stopped on that photo. Like I hadn't seen it coming, she started talking about my so-called little half brother. Subconsciously, that's why I said: "Don't like it." Now, Mom and me, we know for sure it's a boy. A neighbor from Morocco sent us a letter. To make it even more humiliating, the letter was in French. I had to read it to her.

But seriously, why make something out of nothing? I told Mme Burlaud that the baby had nothing to do with it, that she was just going too fast and I didn't see the photo very well. I made a mistake, that's all ... Well, shit. Nobody's obligated to like babies. Babies cry all the time, they stink and dribble and poop in their diapers ... Plus, the baby in the photo was nasty ugly, like a fat croissant.

And, also, that brat isn't my brother. He's just the son of my father the Beard. It's not the same. Frankly, Mme Burlaud's tripping when she makes out like she's got an answer for everything and pastes that smug grin on her face like Harrison Ford at the end of every Indiana Jones movie. Right now, she's always telling me that I'm growing up and it's normal to have questions. I'm growing up ... Shit, it's time she changed her glasses! I've been five foot two and three quarters a while now, and nothing's changing. Or maybe she meant growing up in my head. It must've been that...

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To check Sarah's growth, Lila makes black pencil marks on the bedroom door and writes the dates next to them. It's funny, the door's covered in these little lines, one right on top of the other. When Sarah gets a little older, she'll get a kick out of seeing it again. And over at Sarah's there are photos everywhere of her from when she was tiny right up to now.

She's lucky. I don't have a single photo of me before I was three. After that, there are school photos ... It makes me sad to think about, feels kind of like I don't completely exist. Bet if I'd had a dick, I'd have a big fat pile of photo albums, filled with pictures of me.

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