Staying in the kitchen, talking about each other's day,
complimanting each other's outfits, dancing, jumping from excitement and laughing because of our little brother's hair. When we finally settled down from all the eternal joy around us, we started to bake a cake for our mother. We didn't even had the slightiest knowledge of the art of baking but we tried it anyway. I throw on the filthy kicthen table all the ingredients and my big brother took a cooking- book from the infinte bookshelf. While I was opening the book to the right page, our little brother opened the flour pacakge letting all the white powder free all over the room. His bright golden hair became white and sparkling like the snow, calling him now our tiny autumn snowman. We didn't mind the mess, we actually enjoyed it. We needed someone like him to remind us that being childish is normal and esencial for the human kind. The middle brother carefully opened the sprinkle bag, but his mission failed as the sound of the flour package scared him. Now snow with colourful bits of candy were everywhere on the floor. Again we didn't mind it and continue to bake with all of our soul. Being the girl between three boys meant that I was responsible for all of them so the complicated parts were let aside for me. They were fully aware of this and never complained about it. I took the big bowl with cream and put it on the cake- form.