It’s been a while since the last time you saw your family, almost three months. Your were living in a little flat in London for your studies in the Arts University of London, your dreamt university. You are living alone at 19 at the other corner of the planet.

Today, after two hard weeks of exams, you finally have two weeks of vacation. Your parents bought you a ticket to come to Melbourne for a family meeting, after all this time. You’re supposed to stay one week at the family’s house, and then you’ll come back to London to chill the other week. Your family thinks that you only have one week of holiday, but you lied because you wanted to be alone for one week and you knew that they would insist for you to stay for the two weeks if they had knew the truth.

You arrived in the Melbourne’s airport after almost twenty hours of flying in the sky, and after twenty minutes in a taxi, you arrived at your family’s house. You didn’t even knock on the door and immediately enter in.

Your father, Chris Piastri, 48, is watching the TV in the living room, calmly sit on the sofa, sipping his beer with a smile. He is a businessman but behind the mask of the severe man, he is a very kind father who takes care of his five children.

Your mother, Nicole Piastri, 47, is cooking the dinner in the kitchen, wearing an apron and dancing to some random music from the radio. She isn’t working since Chris make enough money for the whole family.

Your big brother, Oscar Piastri, 24, the famous McLaren driver is chatting with Hattie Piastri, 23, your first big sister, she’s a photographer.

And during this time, Eddie Piastri, 22, your second big sister, is scrolling on her phone, annoyed for no reason. She’s in engineer studies.

And finally, Mae Piastri, 21, your third and last big sister, is feeding the family’s dog, Basil. She is in education studies.

They all turned they head towards you when you entered.

Nicole, with a big smile : "Look who arrived ! My little baby !"