Whenever I glance at an illustration capturing a moment from my childhood, I’m instantly transported back to precious memories full of warmth and love, remnants of a vibrant Greek culture that my mum has always cherished. The picture features a weathered orange chair—much like the one she would often sink into after long shifts at the biscuit factory in Melbourne. It’s decked out with colorful textiles, each fabric a reflection of her unique style and the eclectic spirit she brought into our lives.

I can vividly recall the moment when Mum would come home, the weight of the day finally lifting as she brewed herself a steaming cup of Greek coffee. This small ritual was her sacred time, a chance to unwind while the familiar melodies of her favorite Greek records filled the room. She was a passionate collector of vinyl, and through those songs, she found a comforting bridge to her homeland—a reminder of her roots and a soothing escape from the complexities of migration. To me, the vintage-style record player in that illustration represents many evenings built around those cherished tunes.

And then there was Coki, our mischievous white cockatoo, who brought a mix of joy and chaos into our lives. I remember how he would sneak up to tear the tape from Mum’s beloved cassette collection, much to her dismay. Still, no matter how many times he played his tricks, Mum never lost her affection for him. Seeing her contentedly seated on that orange chair, immersed in her little world after a long day, always warmed my heart.

Now, even in her late 70s, Mum continues to radiate beauty and resilience. Her dedication to our family is unwavering; both she and my dad live their lives not for themselves, but for us, their children and grandchildren. They shower us with love that knows no bounds, continuously proving that family truly is the cornerstone of happiness.

Even amidst the struggles they've faced, Mum has always taken pride in her appearance, often wrapping bright scarves around her neck with grace and elegance. Every now and then, I’d catch her having a quiet cigarette, lost in her thoughts and soaking in those rare moments of peace. This illustration isn't just a piece of art; it's a window into cherished memories—a glimpse into the life of a woman who has gracefully balanced countless roles. Every time I reflect on this scene, I’m reminded of her strength, her unwavering love for us, and how she managed to create a home filled with warmth and comfort.

As I share these memories, I honor my mum and the legacy of love and music she has given us. Her spirit continues to shine brilliantly, and I’m forever grateful for the joy and beauty she brings to our lives each day. 

Constantina Constantinou