
In the corner of my bedroom, partially covered by a display of fake flowers, is a dusty black-and-white portrait. It's my great grandparents, sitting in a black frame, right next to the mirror I look into, to put makeup on every morning.
I used to have that photo hanging up, all alone on my wall like a mantlepiece. I felt like a real adult, because in Māori families, it's somewhat of a tradition to display all the elders who have passed, so they might watch over us until the day we join them on that wall.
Can you spot it? Image: Supplied.