The mother, sitting at the head of the bed, anxiously and painfully watched her sick son, occasionally calling out to him.,Every kind of problem came rushing in, he had no time to think about them anymore, because the lady before him had grabbed his shoulders and was gently shaking him.,A child's memory contains the Tuileries Palace, Fontainebleau, crowns, and above all, a warmth beyond compare...the embrace of a father.。