A few months ago, as my husband and I were waiting to have our daughter get checked at the Public Health Center, I met a girl. She too,was in the waiting room with her husband and daughter. Her baby girl looked just a tiny older than ours but the reason they caught my attention is that she spoke French to her. French French. My kind of French. I had to find out why, how, where etc and started a conversation. I found out she was from France, and that her husband was an islander, just like mine and she had arrived to Canada the same way I had, with a Work Holiday Visa. She was really nice and talking French made me feel like home for a few minutes. We happened to bump into each other at the exact same day a few more times. And we became friends.
We were supposed to hang out this weekend but I had to phone and cancel because I was sick. She probably felt how awful I was feeling. And just like that, she offered to take Sixtine for a few hours so I could rest. It made me very emotional but mostly, I felt very grateful. We haven’t known each other that well but I value her friendship very much. They are people like that who make your heart melt.
She doesn’t even know I have a blog but I wanted to share this with you.
Edit: I would like to add that there are other people in my life that would deserve a random short story and have made my life much easier during this pregnancy. You know who you are! Love x
Welcome & thank you for visiting my blog ! My name is Deb, I am a 28-year old Parisian French expat mum and I live in Prince Edward Island, Canada with my husband and beautiful daughters Sixtine and Victoire. I am an amateur photographer, and I write about parenting, and the little things in life that matter. Stay in touch !
It is neat to meet someone that you have such an instant connection with!
Yes, definitely! My husband keeps saying we are like sisters! It is crazy, she is just a nice, down-to-earth, fun girl and our daughters are adorable together. They are only two months apart!
It’s wonderful having friends like that. My friend from the school run is the same, minus the French.
What a beautiful story. And above all, I am so happy for you that you got some help because I know it’s not easy
I would love to look after Sissi xxxx
Lovely story! I think it’s a good thing to have a friend who knows what you’re getting through just like you.
what a lovely story! it sounds like friendship destiny to me. And i hope you feel better soon.