Family First

There is something about this sound that reminds me of a Sunday morning, when the sun gently shines on old photographs and someone in the kitchen is already putting the kettle on. It's not about ostentatious happiness, but about that quiet “we” that holds on even when everything else is falling apart. About relatives who can be difficult, but without whom the air seems empty.

The voice here is like a hug - a little tired, a little rough, but so warm that you believe: yes, as long as there is someone to call and say “hang in there,” the world has not completely gone mad. And even if it hurts, even if everyone breaks and mends in their own way, it doesn't matter - we're in this together. Family is like an old song: at first it seems simple, but then you suddenly realize that it's everything that keeps you grounded.