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Hi, I'm Penny Pax from MissX .com and I'm sending you all my love.

He married a French woman named Sabine.

She looks a lot like me.

Full breath, bright red hair,

blue eyes, and porcelain skin.

But I knew she was not good for him.

She took him away to live in Bordeaux for seven long years.

I've always had a special bond with my baby boy.

And I know that his friends would call him a mama's boy, but we were more than

mother and son.

We were more than friends.

It's a special bond that transcends any typical mother and son relationship.

We're close in the way that he can read my feelings just by looking at me.

And I can sense when something is wrong in his life.

I was elated when he moved back home just four months ago, but saw the being

my son drift apart.

He never felt at home here and longs to go back.

December 22nd.

5 .30 in the afternoon, I called him, and he told me he wouldn't be going to

sister's for Christmas.

He confessed that Sabine left him two weeks ago, and he doesn't want to

to everyone that they're just divorcing.

He asked,

Mom, can you come over for Christmas?

Just me and you.

It felt as if my son had just come back home.

And we began to plan whether we'd like to go to the old cabin and ski, or if

we'd go shopping and get rid of those old stuffy starched shirts and god

front pleated pants that Sabine had him wear.

I hope it's so lovely.

I know.

Let me help you with that. Thank you, sweetheart.

You

got

the fire on?

It's so lovely.

So wonderful to see you.

But, Mom, that was an eight -hour drive.

You might be tired. I mean, you can go to bed if you want.

I can't believe it.

I forgot my pajamas.

Do you think that I could maybe borrow one of your shirts to wear?

Sure. Thanks, sweetheart.

And I don't want to take your room, okay?

I'll sleep down here on the couch.

No, Mom.

I'll keep on the sofa.

No, baby.

I'll take the sofa.

Mom, I insist.

Don't be silly, darling.

Let go.

I have an idea.

like we're camping.

Remember when we used to do that with our sleeping bags?

Ready?

I love it.

Just like old times? Mm -hmm.

Well, that looks good.

I'm going to go brush my teeth.

You'll bring a shirt for me, right?

Sure.

A long shirt.

Okay, Alex?

This is your shirt, Mom.

Thanks, hon.

You

know,

honey, I've noticed you've developed a little bit of a French accent.

Do you think that being back in the States, you're going to start to sound a

little more American again?

I developed a French accent?

Well... I'm sure the girls will love it.

It sounds very sophisticated.

I think you're the only woman I'm going to need from now on.

Oh, sweetheart.

Thanks honey.

Night night, honey.

Mom?

Mom?

I'm sorry, Mommy.

It's okay.

I want it.

You're moving.