I am a "muanapoto". This means, in Lingala, the majority language in the Congo, "the child of France". I lead two lives: on the one hand my life with my boyfriend, on the other my weekends with my mother Suzanne, who does not know that I am homosexual. At 30, I begin an intimate investigation to understand what prevents me from talking to him about it. By getting my mother to 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 part of my identity. It is the beginning of a dialogue.