Being Five

I remember being five years old visiting my grandparents on Brighton Beach for my first Seder. My Aunt Rebecca, my grandfather's sister was there. I remember that she wore red lipstick that extended past her actual lips. She bent towards me to pinch my cheeks and I was mortified that I would be swallowed up by her enormous cleavage. I remember the table was covered with a white tablecloth. The grown ups were served matzoh balls the size of softballs, ladled into each shallow bowl with soup.