Anna Rikkinen (Finland)

Air was full of sweetness as I tried to steal the decoration on the cake. The table was set with spotless tablecloth, flowers and finery. Chattering grannies were drinking coffee served with seven types of delicacies. I grew surrounded by beautiful objects, festivities, and excitement but also mysteries, unspoken memories, and shunned men. Wartime shadows were lurking in the attic. Closed cupboards and buried bitterness were a constant undertone in our domestic life.