Celeigh L

I'm living in a big house in the Glebe in Ottawa, with a big winding staircase down to the living room. It's Easter morning, 1993 and I'm walking down the stairs to where my mother sits by a table. All of my Easter presents from the Easter bunny have been laid out. The first thing I find is a chocolate ladybug, which I unwrap immediately and stuff in my mouth before my mom can chastise me about breakfast. She does anyway. Later that day I'm in the basement bathroom, watching my dad shave. I ask him what he's doing. He explains it to me. I have no idea what he's talking about.