My memory of this evening is the noise. Arriving at my grandparents' house, waiting for uncles and cousins. Going into the kitchen to "steal" something my grandmother had prepared. My grandfather, proud, showing the arrangement of the tables. Meanwhile, seeing my grandmother busy preparing something different for me because she knew I wasn't a fan of the "traditional" menu. I never asked for it, but she knew and did it for me.
Then everyone would arrive, and we would gather around the table. Often with the same jokes - every year, the same, like a ritual. When we were kids, we sat at a separate table. As teenagers, we were gradually "promoted" to the adult table. We sat at the table in groups of 15, 20, sometimes more. Chatting, joking, discussing. Noise. Warmth. Closeness. Life.

Serene years. Years of tragedies that have deeply marked this time of year. But that table was always ready for everyone. Year after year.

Then, little by little, the children who became teenagers grew into adults and started to be less present, caught up in their lives and, later, their new families. And the elderly grew older and, gradually, started to pass away. And not just the elderly, unfortunately.

But the memory of those years remains, of those moments, of that noise – the noise of joy, of family.

Whether tonight or any other night, cherish every single moment with your loved ones, because it is precious and it will remain so for the rest of your life.

And tonight, at BSD Cafe, panettone for everyone! 😆

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