la maison

Sometimes home is not a place, but a missing piece of the puzzle. When the walls seem to be standing, but the air between them feels foreign, like in an apartment after a party where the bottles have been cleared away but the smell remains. The little girl is looking for her father, the big girl is looking for herself, and neither can find them. They just grew up, but the feeling of “not being at home” remains. Now, instead of toys, there is depression on a bike and coffee stains on an IKEA rug. But still, you want to build something of your own: without unspoken words, without strange voices behind the wall. With warmth, laughter, and people who don't leave for “five minutes.” A home where everything will finally come full circle - but in a good way.