IT WAS SASHA!
My heart almost stopped from pure joy.
I hadn’t recognized her. She was huge! So big that she walked by herself!
Her lively blue eyes sparkled with happiness, and she looked truly beautiful with her albino hair gathered into two cute short braids, with flowers at the ends.
She was coming straight to me.
A whimper of joy escaped me, and I smiled back at her.
She gave a little cry when she tried to run, but she stumbled on a fold in the carpet.
She didn’t fall, however: André caught her at just the right moment and straightened her up.
“Sasha, don’t run!” he told her in English, in a scolding tone. “You’re going to hurt yourself!”
I swear that at that moment I could have started crying like a little girl, out of pure happiness.
I slipped my shoe back on, but I didn’t
