Imagine you are my mother. You go to America for a week to be educated. You arrive home, exhausted but happy. It’s been a long flight, and you’re not used to being away from your family. You walk through the front door, through the hallway and into the kitchen. You walk across to the sink. You’re thirsty. Yet something is different. The walls have changed colour. You turn around.
Your daughter stands, giggling with a video camera in her hand.
You see what your daughter has painted on the kitchen wall.