*WARNING: This is not a recipe at all, you might prefer just to wait for the next entry on monday.*

I'm very anxious right now.
Tomorrow I'll go to my parents in Auvergne. I took the day off because for some reason I didn't wanted to go with my brother and his girlfriend, so I have to take the only train that goes to St Flour on saturday, at 7h01pm.
I leave my parents at 14, we didn't talk for almost five years then they sent me two letters. I cry everytime I read them, in particular my father's.
Don't misunderstand me: they are nice, they are smart, they have been very good parents and I think I had a happy youth. But, there's a but!
They don't talk, ever. They don't have friend. They don't have TV. They don't smoke. They don't buy things.
They don't like others.
Two years ago, they moved to Auvergne, bought a farm and produces everything they need to live, even there own electricity. Believe me or not: they have a water source, so they don't even need to buy water!
Them being anti-consumerist is definitely not the reason why I'm afraid to see them again. The truth is they are anthropophobic, and they shouldn't have had childrens...



You may ask me why I'm going anyway? Well, I don't really know. I could have cancel at the last minute as I usualy do, but this time I thought I should be strong enough to go and talk to them, ask them what I always wanted to ask, tell them what I always wanted to tell.
I'm sure I won't be strong enough.
And that makes me feel bad.