I don't really know what I like, but I do swim like a fish and I am a really good artist.

My mother always tells me to learn about cooking. But I do not have interest. She said if I still have a lazy behavior then nobody will take me as a wife. So right now I'm trying to learn about cooking. =)

My favorite family story would be all the best times we had at my grandparents 50 year anniversary. There was a fancy jazz piano player. It was one of the nicest restaurants and it's a day I won't forget.

My grandparents had married after my mother was three years old. They lived in Canada during the summer. My mother studied at scool in English and she liked it. One year after, she had a sister. She was so upset!! While she was playing in the park, her father arrived and told her that her mum was having a baby. Later, my grandfather decided to live in London for two years. During the trip, Marie-Soleil broke her leg and she cried a lot!! When they arrived in their new flat, her dad was upset because the flat wasn't clean. My grandmother cried but the children didn't understand anything. Five or six years later my grandmother wanted to be a teacher in Belgium. So they must leave London. The girls were very happy but not her father. When my mother joined the university she learned that her mother had had a baby few months before. She got married when her brother was 8 years. And now, my parents have four children and we are a happy family.

My great grandfather was in the resistance. He eavesdroped the Germans who were on the phone in house because my great grandfather had the phone at house. He was one of the only ones to have the phone at his house. He got a medal for that. He had sent food for nourishment of her family.

When they were younger, my grandparents had survided the war, because they hid them in the old house. They avoided the bomb. They were scared. The had to cut cans. They hid something they had because the Germam took everything. They met Jews and they helped them to them flee. They were heroes when the War was finished, they came back in their village. They were really happy to find their home. Today, they live again in their village.

During the Second World War, my grandfather lived in a little village in the Ardennes: Suxy. The Germans, there were resistances workers in Suxy. So they decided to bomb all the village for a night. While the bombs were raining, my grandfather couldn't sleep. There was noise too. In the morning, a farmer went off the village and he met two Germans. They asked where he came from. When he said he came from Suxy, he wasn't believed. For the Germans, Suxy didnt exist any longer. In fact, the Germans hadn't read the maps correctly, and they shot as they thought Suxy was on a hill. But it was not the village! The village is in a crater. The bombs landed off in the forest. If the Germans had read the maps correctly, I wouldn't be here to tell this story.

My grandparents met while they were walking in their village. They fell in love at this moment. They got married when their parents agreed. They had their first son one year later. In all, they had six children. They lived in Belgium all their life. They were happily married for over sixty-three years. My grandfather died in 1996. For a moment, my grandmother was sad but my family decided to stay with her. Today, she lives happily with her family. 

A long time ago, when it was the World War. While my great grandmother was staying at home with her children her husband was writing a diary. One day he wrote a secret about the family into his diary. A few years later he died. The diary had been discovered by his wife before the burial of my great grandfather. While my great grandmother was going to die, she asked her son to burn the diary. He didn't read it and he burned the diary as his mother had asked to him.

My grandfather was a soldier during the Second World War. He was born in Italy in 1915. He was working in the mine too until he was hired by the army to fight. He was a soldier then became a pilot in the army. He participated of the liberation of the German camps while his family was staying in Italy. My grandmother and my mother left the Italy to go to Belgium. 

My father smoked for years and he had heart problem since he was born. Unfortunately, he had an infarction during the summer holiday. He was watching the tv when his heart hurt him. An ambulance was called by his wife. It arrived in the begining of the night. When they arrived in the hospital, my father was dying. He was operated by doctors during the night. They saved my father. The morning after, my mother called me on my gsm. She told me the story while I was playing on the Playstation with a friend. I was frightened but I went in the hospital to see him the day after. He was awake for five hours when I arrived. He didn't remember anything. I offered him a present so he was happy. Now, he can't work and he stays at home every day. He says to me "I"m bored" but the doctors do not agree with him.

My great grandfather was a major in the 83 division during the Second World War. He was sending in the south of Germany while the end of the war for 2 month. After that he was lost in Poland for 3 weeks. After the war,  he hunted in a forest with me. He died 3 years ago and now I hunt alone.

When they were younger, my grandparents were in love. But my grandmother's parents didn't agree. They disliked my grandfather because he wanted to go to Cameroon to help people. He was a doctor. My grandmother's parents thought he was stupid and wanted the best for their daughter. But my grandparents didn't agree. They planned their travel to Cameroon. And while my grandmother's parents were sleeping my grandmother went to the airport and took a plane with my grandfather. They had stayed two months in Africa while they decided to come back to Belgium because they wanted to become husband and wife.

My great grandfather was an engineer. He made plans for Allied army, he made rocket plans before the Second World War. He was principal at Jemeppe school, during the war he gave school lessons. He did many kilometers on foot every day, he avoided German soldiers. After the Second World War he sold a very big part of his village (Jemeppe-sur-Sambre) because he had big farm. My great grandfather was considered like a father for my father. 

My grandfather was a blue-collar worker, and a long time ago, he built a street in my village. This street join Buzet and Floreffe and it has his family name. The street always exists and it is a very important street for my little village because in Buzet we haven't got any stores, so we go to Floreffe to buy some food.

I am proud to have a street has my name in my village.