It was the sight of green paint that had peeled off in some areas a long time ago; the sound of a love song playing on the radio a few houses away; the smell of food cooked a few hours past. It was the realization that a lot of people in the world work harder than I or my parents ever do or ever will and yet here they are, struggling to support themselves and their families, and here we are, complaining about our beds being too stiff, or our food not being delicious enough.
Tsk.
(written last Sunday)
XOXO
Bea
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