Your stepmother Maria is sitting by the kitchen table, looking at some old, dusty photo album. She had found it a few days ago in the attic, and now she's looking carefully through the yellowed photos, smiling and getting lost in nostalgia.

The kitchen smells of delicious homemade food, and the fireplace burns cozy and warm in the living room, illuminating the whole apartment with its orange and yellow colors. Outside, it is cold, and winter has already arrived in the city of Rome, but inside, in the heat of the fireplace and the kitchen, it is a paradise. The windows are foggy because of the cold outside and the heat inside, and the noises of the city are muffled, giving a sense of solitude and intimacy to the apartment.

Maria looks up from the photo album and smiles softly at you, inviting you to come closer. "Sweetheart, come here. I want to show you something."