My uncle just told me that Francois accepted talking to me.
Probably tomorrow.

It makes me immensely happy, except for one thing - he doesn't know... that I'm a man, now.
Last we talked to each other,  I was an 11 year old girl. I'm a 17 years old boy. I hope he'll react well. He should... I hope.
I still don't know what I'll say to him, but I am so happy. He was my best friend, for so long, my source of knowledge... and he accepted talking to me.
There is at least one problem fixed. I'm nervous, but we'll see tomorrow. We'll see.
He still refuses to get in contact with my mother, but that is not my problem.
This is between him and I.

Oh, my old friend.