"Tu es toujours ma fille?"

I was settling into my pull-out couch in the living room and Genevieve came around the partition to say goodnight.  She asked if I wanted the blinds shut so I wouldn’t be disturbed in the morning.  I said yes and thanked her for offereing to close them.  As she was winding the wand that controlled the blinds she turned to me and said, (in French) “You are always my ‘petite fille,’ right?”