Generation Conflict

It had been 1987. He had been sixteen years of age, when he entered his mothers room, finding her sorting out photographs for their family album. On the table, to her left, there was a big, disorderly pile of pictures, and right in front of her lay the album. To her right, a tube of glue and a pen with which she wrote her commentaries. Even further right though, lay a photograph, isolated from the rest, its backside up. "What's that, Mom?", he had asked. But before he had even pointed to it, she had picked it up and put it in a drawer. "That's not for the eyes of a little boy!", she had said.
A fatal remark of course, at that age.

As if Marc's relationship with is mother wasn't complicated enough already! Of course: he did love her. But Mrs. Montague was a very stern ruler of the family. Marc's father was a diplomat, and he was seldom present. His mother ruled the house as an absolute matriarchy. She was extremely dominant, and that had started to awaken some rebellious feelings, where Marc was concerned.
His two sisters, aged nine and eleven didn't yet share those sentiments, but Marc's defiance made sure that he would not rest before he knew what that picture was about.

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