It’ll be Easter soon and there’s no way you’ve ever seen an Easter egg like the one I got when I was a kid. Seriously. This was when I had hairless armpits and everyone in my family was still alive. It was an Easter lunch and we took a photo with a disposable camera. One of those with only twenty-four shots available and no screen, so you never knew if you came up with your eyes closed until you had them developed. Anyway, in this picture you wouldn’t notice right away how drunk everyone is because your eyes would fall straight on this giant chocolate egg sitting on the table. The whole family around it, wrapped in hugs and smiley faces. I’m the only one standing between the empty glasses next to the egg. And even like that, the egg was taller than me. Above my head the invisible ceiling no one could reach. My parents live in one of these old houses with high vaulted ceilings you see in churches, where you need two ladders to change a light bulb. They bought the house when they had dreams and wanted to make a future for themselves. They restructured it all and it was gorgeous, only they forgot to build a kitchen. The architect suggested to put it by a bay window. Cosy but functional. Standing by the sink you always looked a bit spooky from the outside but switching the light off in the evening, no one would notice. The kitchen was where the magic happened.