“Mum, do we have to watch the Passion of Christ again?” 12-year-old Rebecca asked with a frown. She was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, arms folded in protest.

Jola untied her apron and sat beside her daughter, holding her. She had been on her feet all day, trying to get dinner ready just in time for their annual easter family hangout. Her parents did it while she was growing up, so when she married Jimi, they adopted the tradition. Jimi was out of town for the holidays- something that was becoming too often these days.