Playing Piano

We are in the sitting room at Wald. I am about 7 years old. I am playing the piano with my brother and father, all of us in a row. I can see the details on the piano, carved into the wood. It is one of those grand pianos, but is not very large. It is on an angle in the room.

I'm on the right. My father is in the middle. Over to my right I see the back of Luisa's head. Her hair is down, dark, loose and wavy.  We are relaxed and this is a good memory.  This is a bonding experience for us. I am surprised that I would play the piano with my father.