there's something tragic about a room full of elderly women sitting in a circle within a home. White winter scenes outside the double glazed windows, scooby doo playing on television in the corner as white noise, and people lost in thoughts. Apologies, I understand the need to factor in culture and choice and circumstance, but maybe my thoughts reach back to chinkychonk filial piety ideals.

Chronicle down happy thoughts in a separate post haha.

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