I sit with my mom and dad in the kitchen. Dad had to remember how they met his mother, how he gave her flowers, how they walked. Mom is sitting next to me, drinking coffee, grinding from memories.
Q:...And then we ran on the fucking wheels, and then we went to the cafe. On the way home they passed by the bus station, suddenly bought tickets, and went to the neighboring city to walk. Oh, there was time!
I: So what has changed?
Mom and Dad at the same time.
M: We have grown up.
Q: We are old.
Pause, Mom is angry
M: What are you saying? For example, I have not gotten old!
Q: I have not grown up at all!