The children were playing amongst the flowers and fountains in the garden. When their governess entered their makeshift playground, they pretended not to see her. The eldest child, a girl who was already a mistress of manipulation said, “Don’t you just love Tata Sous-sus? She treats us just like we were her own children.” Her words melted the woman’s heart. Just a moment before, she’d been quite cross with her charges, as she had told them explicitly not to go outside and soil their good clothes.
“Look at yourselves!” She said in a voice that should have been stern, but instead was soft and tender. “Now stop all this lollygagging and come inside at once. I must change your garments before your mother returns!” It was then the thought of the child that she had left behind so many years ago entered her mind. Will I ever see her again? She thought. It was a thought that haunted her daily. Why must memories be so painful?
Beautiful Photographs 
They are having fun playing.
They engage in ruffhousing all hours of the day. Pirouette is smaller than Garçon, but she is much more nimble. She also has a keen intellect and can run rings around her brother/spouse. [Egyptian royalty practices]
HA! 🐈 😻
Oh dear, poor governess. Her young charges already know her weakness.
That was a flashback! Ha!