I am a "muanapoto". This means, in Lingala, the majority language in Congo, "the child of France". I lead two lives: on the one hand, my life with my boyfriend, and on the other hand, my weekends at my mother Suzanne's, who doesn't know that I am homosexual. At the age of 30, I began an intimate investigation to understand what was preventing me from telling her. By making my mother talk about what I don't know about her, her past and her culture, I discover the way to not be the only one to announce a part of my identity. This is the beginning of a dialogue.