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Dec 25, 2014 20:52

[ENG] Earlier this month, my Mum was assaulted.
It happened in the morning, on her way to work. I usually don't read my personal e-mails at work but I don't know, that day I had a headache all morning long and I had to check my personal inbox during the afternoon break. My Mum wrote very little and told me her face was hurt and how tired she was after running back and forth between the hospital and the police station. She needed my sister to call her back so I informed my sister, asking her to get the details sorted for me since I was still at work. Then I ran out of battery. My Mum goes to bed early so I didn't call her in the evening. I finally could call her the morning after. Considering the tone of her e-mail, she wasn't shocked at all and I knew she was fine ; Marseilles being infamous for its insecurity, this is to be expected.  I am actually the one needing to be reassured. When I read that her face was hurt, I started imagining that she was punched and her teeth being bad, I was afraid that she couldn't eat properly. It happens that the aggressor "only" immmobilized her to the ground and covered her eyes, thus the bruises on her face. When he found her cellphone in one of her pockets, he was satisfied and left.

We both keep our cellphones in a little fabric bag and unlike me, she also keeps her debit card in it. She felt lucky her aggressor was only after her phone. And I feel lucky he didn't carry any weapon of any sort, that he didn't have a gun, that he didn't even actually hit her.

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