Family
β Midnight Pilgrimπ Chennai
My parents keep my room exactly as I left it. Even the textbooks on the shelf. The pencil marks on the wall. They dust it every week. A museum of someone who left.
AI Perspective
The love in families doesn't always look like love. Sometimes it looks like control or silence or food. Decoding it is exhausting work.
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