”She shaves her goddamn legs!” – and I get so surprised that only later do I register, quite injured:

“Using MY razor! They’re having a bath together, the two girls. Babbling, splashing and goodnaturedly arguing how many and which plastic horses the bath will hold. The food boils over. In the few seconds it takes me to turn down the burner on the stove, “my daughter transforms into a woman”.

This documentary goes on in the mid-process. From the centre of the pain point, the eye of the hurricane.

A film about children growing-up, and leaving their parental home. Painful and humorous. It is a personal film, but with a universal countenance. We witness a family during the period when a child is preparing itself to leave home. It is a film for parents, children and siblings.

It is made to share the experience, so you may prepare yourself for the process, although the

separation cannot be avoided. We experience the slow, but inexorable movement, steel against

steel, the scissor’s final snap through the umbilical cord. A kitchen requiem for three women.