I remember my mom playing Für Elise on the basement piano. I remember tater tot hotdish and monthly 4-H meetings. I remember my grandmother’s mud-brown trailer, my uncle’s big dogs, and our horses creating thunder as they ran through the slanted afternoon sun…This was my childhood and now I’m watching Keira and Liam’s, vastly different but an iteration of the same. I haven’t heard Mom play Für Elise in a long time but she still makes hotdish, without as much dairy. They don’t belong to 4-H, Grandma has passed, but my uncles have even more big dogs. Our horse pasture has been vacant and overgrown longer than Keira and Liam have been alive, but the sun still slants the same.