We had our first conversation.
You came to visit with your father and my aunt. They were still in the honeymoon period after a full year. The way he looked at her said it all.
It was a three hour drive, and when you arrived, you ran straight inside for the bathroom. You came back out when you realised that you didn't know where it was, and one of the adults had to show you.
My mother set out lemon cakes and jam tarts. They were homemade. She had gotten the recipe from my grandmother.
The adults were catching up, and you turned to me and said, "I don't like lemon cakes."
So I told you to have the jam tarts instead.
You looked at me like what you were about say was the most obvious thing in the world. "I don't like those either."
And I was out of suggestions.
