A quiet afternoon at the cottage, near Mont-Laurier.
 The sun shines through the birch trees and cuts out the silhouettes as if it wanted to freeze the moment… or perhaps reveal what is really happening.
 A photo was suggested. "Just a nice family photo."
 But nothing is ever just simple.
 On the left, they're laughing a little too loudly. They're talking to fill the silence.
 In the center, the two sisters stand close, but their bodies tell a different story — an old complicity, tinged with comparisons that are no longer made aloud.
 The brothers-in-law, for their part, play their part. One jokes, the other observes. There's always the one who fits in... and the one who doesn't quite feel at home.
 And then there's the one, a little apart, leaning against the tree.
 The one who sees clearly.
 Anyone who knows that this meeting is not just a reunion — it's an attempt. A way to prove that everything still stands, despite the years, despite the choices, despite the paths that have diverged.
 The chalet is beautiful. The light too.
 But what is happening here has nothing to do with the setting.
 It's a family that's adjusting, in silence.

 Acrylic on wood, framed