It was in march 2010, when it was still cold and there was snow all around. Tavelika went to her choir, something she always does three days a week in the afternoon. The three of us - Tamaučka and I, watched how Tavelika put on her lipstick, straighten her hair and look at herself in all the mirrors that exist only for her to look at herself in them. I wondered if she would even wear a jacket, considering that we were used to her walking around without a jacket all winter.

Well, she was obviously satisfied with her appearance, now it was only necessary to do the "final touch", to find a jacket that would fit her style. She takes her jacket out of the closet, puts it on, turns to the left and to the right and... obviously satisfied with herself, says: "Today I'm a rocker."

She looks at us, if we have anything to say about it... And before we even manage to exhale, she disappears through the door like a lighting. And... I wanted to say something, but changed my mind, because she had already closed the door behind her. But because my mouth was still opened, I say to Tamauček: "Can you lock the door behind the rocker?"

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Tavelika = my oldest daughter

Tamaučica = my yougest daughter

Tamauček = my son