"So did mine."
"Is it always like that?"
"Often ... often...."
"Don't we know ourselves, then ... when we begin to live?..."
"No, every truth comes to us later, much later...."
"Then you don't think that I know my truth?"
"No, Emilie."
"You are not pleased with me?"
"Pleased, child? It is not for me to judge you. All I say is, take care. Don't play with your life. Don't waste it. Our life is a very serious thing; and you treat it as...."
"As what, Auntie?"