I found diapers in my 15-year-old son's backpack and decided to follow him after school.

He didn't need to be scolded, but he needed to be supported.

So I came back with him. We talked to Chloé, we reassured her. I took things in hand: calls to associations, help with administrative procedures, a few home-cooked meals dropped off from time to time.

It wasn't much, but we did it together.

Since that day, I have never looked at my son the same way again.
He is no longer just a teenager I watch out of the corner of my eye; he is a young man the world can already count on.

And if one day I still doubt... I will remember that day. The day I thought he was hiding something stupid from me, when in reality, he was hiding a great beauty.