Upon seeing my distress, Simon took my hand gently.
"But, Leïla, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Simon. I'm really embarrassed."
"You should never be embarrassed in front of me, Leïla, but I'm worried. Why are you so sad?"
"It's not that I'm sad, Simon, it's just that I don't know where I stand anymore! I find it very difficult to reconcile all the roles in my life. I'm a woman, a mother, and a student, but it's really hard to mix all three. I know I shouldn't complain because I'm very fortunate. I'm very happy to be able to pursue my studies, but sometimes I feel like I have too many responsibilities."
"Doesn't Jean-Louis help you?" Simon asked.
"He works a lot," I replied.
"But this week, for example, he's taking care of the twins. That helps, right?"
"Yes, I suppose, but it's only one week, and he had to ask his mother for help! I handle the other 51 weeks of the year almost without assistance."
"Can't you ask him for more help, Leïla?" Simon suggested.
"It's complicated. I love my husband, but he's a traditional man. He wasn't very happy when I told him I intended to resume my studies. He thinks that if I decide to pursue studies in addition to being a mother and a wife, then it's up to me to manage because his work takes up almost all of his time."
"Ah, I see," Simon said, with a serious expression. "I see. It must be very difficult for you, Leïla."
"Sometimes, yes, Simon, it's true," I admitted. "Today, for example. I don't know why I'm telling you about my problems again. I'm sorry."
"You should never apologize to me, Leïla. I'm honored that you chose to talk to me about all this. You can trust me, you know," he added sincerely.
"Thank you, Simon," I said. "Actually, now that we're talking about it, it's not everything. Before leaving Paris, I felt like Jean-Louis was looking forward to me leaving. And then yesterday, when I called to say hello, I heard the voice of an unknown woman in the background."
"It's his mother, surely?" Simon immediately replied.
"No, Simon. I know his mother's voice very well. It wasn't her." And with that confession, I started crying again.
"Leïla, don't cry, please. Let's talk about more pleasant things. Have you talked to Anaïs recently?"
"No," I replied, grateful for the distraction. "Not for a few days anyway. She has a very busy life. She's very social."
"That's normal, Leïla. Anaïs doesn't have responsibilities like you."
"Yes, that's true, but sometimes I wish I could switch places with her. Everything would be so much simpler," I said.
"Yes, maybe," Simon said, hesitating, "but in my opinion, Leïla, Anaïs would be unable to handle your life. I like her, but it's you that I admire," he added, blushing a little.
I was truly touched, I must admit. There was a long moment of silence between us before I noticed that Simon was still holding my hand. In fact, he was gently caressing it.
Shocked, I withdrew my hand immediately, but I regretted it two seconds later.