Dear Oprah

Gosh I worked as a dog the last few days.
I translated and subtitled 3 movies in a week. It's a lot.
We don't realize how much people talk on movies and series but they talk really much.
Not in French movies though.
Despite my French origins I don't like most of the French movies.
Ok, let me be honest - There are few French things I like and most of them is food or wine.
My great grand-mother was French and my husband was French.
I lived in France for 6 years.
The worse 6 years in my life.
Today, 21 years after I left France, I realize that my time there was so bad because I was young, I wasn't realistic and I expected people there to be kind to me.
Most of French people are not kind.
They don't mean to be rude, they just are. Even among themselves.
My husband's family wasn't kind to me at all. They were outraged because he was married to a Brazilian girl.
To tell you the truth if I were from Belgium or Switzerland it would be the same. The thing is - I am not French.
In their narrowed mind French people should marry French people. Period.
My father-in-law would say to me that my kids were French and when I replied that both of them were born in Brazil he came "If a cat gives birth in the oven are her kittens cookies?".
For six years they showed me every time they were able that I wasn't welcome there.
The funny thing is that after my husband died they started to be very very kind to me.
It was crazy.
Then I realized that their grandchildren were living with me.
It was up to me to keep them in contact with their French family.
And I did it.
My kids would phone their grandparents every week, spend summer vacations and Christmases with them, never forget a French family birthday.
Because to me what is important is not where you were born- family is family.
My parents in law adored my son.
He was their favorite.
And that's to say a lot because they had 16 grandchilden.
My son is the second. He has always been the apple of my father-in-law eyes.
My son was the first to go to the university and got an engineering degree, as it was my father in law greatest dream - to have an engineer in the family. Don't ask me why.
He was dead by the time Patrick - my son - got his degree but I'm sure wherever he is he was so proud.
Well, I definitely am get old. Most of my time here is talking to you about old times.
But, never mind. We can consider it my memoirs.
Hope you have a wonderful day Oprah.