The warm, comforting smell of pancakes and bacon fills the air as we all gather in the grand dining room, the heart of my grandparents’ sprawling estate. The room is just as I remember it from my childhood large windows letting in the soft winter light, the long oak table draped with a festive red and gold runner, and the chandelier above sparkling like a thousand tiny stars. It's always felt magical here, especially at Christmas.
Ryan, Lily, and I take our seats among the growing group of family members, the room buzzing with chatter and laughter. My grandparents’ estate has always been the epicentre of holiday celebrations. Aunties, uncles, cousins all of them spread out around the table, their faces familiar and warm. Even Ryan’s parents have joined us this year, which adds a new layer
