It was often behind the door when adults had discussed something. I was in the sleeping room. I could see the light through the glass in the door. Most of the time somehow I woke up. It was late, I knew. I slept already for many hours. Then, I was suddenly awake. Why there is a light, was my thought. I got out of the bed and very carefully open the door to get to sort of corridor between the entrance of the apartment, kitchen, living room and sleeping rooms.
There was a beam of light under the kitchen door. I could hear muffled voices from within. Who is there? Why so late? Those were my children thoughts. Do you remember this once you are the one in the kitchen arguing?