The very last film I ever watched with Martha was the French film Untouchable - based on a true story about a wealthy quadriplegic, Philippe, and his carer, Driss, an ex-convict.
Martha had come home from school raving about it as they were watching it as part of her French lesson. She thought I'd like it and as most parents know - when your 15 year old is offering you something, you should take it (as moment to moment - you never know where their mood will take them). Any quality time spent without bickering or doing the 'good cop, bad cop' routine on them is a welcome relief.
So we snuggled up together on the sofa, her mass of curly hair getting in the way of the screen. When I tried to move it, she shirked away, irritated letting go of my hand. After a few seconds she'd forget she was annoyed and entwine her fingers in mine again. In my memory, I can still feel the texture of her hair now, the smell of shampoo.
I really loved the film - Martha knew my tastes so well.
I tend to like quirky films, or those based on true stories, slow-paced, poignant films full of depth and insight.
The one scene that stands out is a dance routine by the actor Omar Sy which is absolutely mesmerising (I could watch it on repeat as it always makes me feel buoyant and inspired).
There seems to be such freedom to how he dances, an innate sense of rhythm and timing.
I haven't watched the film again since that day when my girl was still safely by my side, but maybe I'll watch it on Mother's Day this Sunday as an homage to her in gratitude of the beautiful memories.