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Observation #1:On Family Life
It was just like Vancouver, everything is so unstable! For five days straight there
were golden mornings and glowing afternoons. Then when Saturday crept up on the
celestial planner, the sky's face lifted to gray and drizzling. If this weather change could
be viewed with thought maybe it would seem almost shocking.
It was not really cold, but it looked like it. Mom occupied herself in the kitchen,
doing what really was not necessary. Oddly enough, she was always standing there doing
all the "somethings", but the place managed to still look like a mess. No one in this
house wanted to cook anymore either, so we just scrounged around, digging whatever
there was to fill our stomach. It does not matter anyway, everything, even good things,
tastes like cardboard these days. My father blamed my mother for her poor cooking, I
just blamed the weather.
I sat, dull-eyed, at the "dining" table, staring at some dried carnation that hung so
peculiarly from that wall lamp that vainly attempted to impersonate an old fashioned
streetlight (too bad streetlights were not that synthetic, bleached white). I shrugged it off
as I knew Mom had a strange preference for decoration. I mean, the powder pink that
stained nearly every wall of this house was her idea. Sometimes, it came to a point
where I just want to scratch relentlessly at those colors, or take a permanent marker and
scribble curse words all over it, or draw grotesque bleeding figu...

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