My parents are separated. They've been together since I was very young, so I can't say I carry any trauma from this episode. It all happened when I still lacked the awareness to know that my life had changed and to wonder if it would be worse. So now I have no memory of when they were together with which to compare the relationship we three have today. However, I'm not sure that—if I had memories—I would wish everything had been different. We are a normal (but not normative) family: the three of us have a WhatsApp group, from time to time we have lunch or coffee together, one asks me for the other—and vice versa—and they ask each other for help and favors when they need it. Aside from myself, I know they have a few things in common. They share certain ways of doing and seeing life. And perhaps that's why, coincidentally and unknowingly, they both decided to quit smoking on the same day, after nearly 40 years hooked on tobacco.