My sisters all have their own careers, perhaps not particularly outstanding professions, but definitely the most suitable for them. There's no need to mention Deva and Juliet, Eleanor went to study architecture, Patricia wants to be a freelance writer, and Mary, Aunt Jessica's daughter, chose to be a chef. For a long time, Mary seemed ordinary, especially at sixteen or seventeen when she should have been setting her direction—I had already made two short films in the school club by that age—so she was lost and a bit insecure.
Dad patiently guided and advised her, and eventually, Mary found that she was quite good at cooking, so she went to culinary school, unexpectedly excelling. Now, every time there's a festival at home, she helps make a few signature dishes. Frankly speaking, Dad was quite diligent in educating us, neither completely restricting us nor adopting a laissez-faire approach. If he wasn't...
