“How do you know that you love me?” Saara asks her mother. “I simply know that I do. I feel it here, and here, and here,” Saara’s mother replies, pointing to her heart, her head, and her belly. But Saara is still amazed: “Where is that love, really? Is love alive? What colour is it? Can you touch it? Can you lose love?”
In the story, love is in a cake baking in the oven. Love is in a drawing that the girl’s father hangs on the wall. Love is in a hand that pets a cat.