La balançoire.

 

1. La balançoire



Chaque matin, une vieille femme passait devant la balançoire du parc.

Chaque matin, elle la poussait doucement.

Comme si un enfant invisible s'y trouvait encore.

Un jour, un jeune homme lui demanda :

— Pourquoi faites-vous ça ?

Elle sourit.

— Parce que quelqu'un l'a fait pour moi quand j'étais petite.

Et certaines gentillesses méritent de continuer à voyager.



Every morning, an old woman would pass by the swing in the park. 

Every morning, she would push it gently. 

As if an invisible child were still there. 

One day, a young man asked her: 

— Why do you do that? 

She smiled. 

— Because someone did it for me when I was little. 

And some acts of kindness deserve to keep traveling.


Pays/territoire : Québec, QC, Canada

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