They stand before her, stoically awaiting the battle. She is compelled to engage them in a one-sided war of wit. These blank pages...
A soft sigh escapes her as she tries to articulate her thoughts.
Truthfully, it shouldn't be so terribly hard for her. She has face three very special pages before and filled them, or nearly so. She built up their character and set their mood. She filled them with love and dreams. Each page autobiographical in nature, yet none alike. Two have been sent out into the world to be edited. The third is soon to follow.
Yes, she has faced no greater challenge or responsibility than to fill the blank pages of her own children's minds.
avec mon amour, Ma Mère!