Today I realized that I had never posted these pictures I took of my cousins when I visited London before Xmas. It was quite a shock to see how much they had grown since I had last seen them three years ago and somehow they looked like completely different people on the outside. Sometimes hints that they were the same kids I once used to spend every weekend with would shine through: the intonation of their voices, their sense of humour, the retelling of an adventure we had experienced together, the way they raised their eyebrows when retorting to everything with witty remarks, etc.
On my last day there, we walked to the Rookery all together. We talked about all kinds of things while Maisie asked me question after question. We looked at animals, laughing while shivering in the cold, I took photos while my aunt and uncle bought us hot chocolate and, suddenly, it all felt exactly like it used to, like belonging to a family you have chosen to be part of, where there is just pure joy in being in each others’ company.