• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 01

Dadi

What I cannot sell off is how your crooked thumb held the knife to cut slices of apple for me when I was sick.

Or how your bent back looked as it plodded around the kitchen, trying to cook in an almost empty house.

I wonder if cruel-looking kindness is something we should sell. Maybe people will buy it if we trade it for 50% off.

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