My Mother was at the head of a Non-Governmental Organisation called Fam Ensam. These words are in Mauritian Creole, the language spoken by people living on the island and could be literally translated as ‘Ladies Together’. Not only was she respected by the women there but she was also a friend and a confident to every single one of them. One of them, Anita, had a really hard time with her husband as he had beaten her almost to death several times. Of course, her situation was not much different from that of many women there, except that unlike most abused women, she did not seem depressed at all. Her behaviour left everyone in the association feeling intrigued. They were wondering whether she was in a state of complete denial or if she was the next Oscar winner for being such an amazing actress. She was nearly as light-hearted as my Mother, and made it clear that she did not need the approval of anybody before doing something since she never justified herself for any of her actions, good or bad. What was even more bewildering was that she did not find it difficult to start new things that would change her life. She gave hope to the other ladies but at the same time, they were jealous of her. None of them had that much charisma; none of them could wear a smile like hers on their battered face. She had not come to the association on her own will. Her sister had taken her there by force when she realised that if she did not, Anita would most probably die. She often confided in Mum, having no actual difficulty to express her feelings regarding her husband. Everybody said that it was really strange but Mum had never been judgemental and helped her as much as she could. Anita loved her husband passionately and even to the point of madness like her relatives would say. She was not stupid nor did she desperately need a man. She just did not want to admit to herself that her marriage, one of the most important decisions in her life, was in fact a failure.