“My mom, too, she die from the cancer.” The room went quiet. Your co-workers shifted in their seats. “But what happen in backyard, why she die there?” The woman wiped her eyes. “That’s where she lives. Julie’s my horse.” You nodded, put on your mask, and got back to painting her nails. After the woman left, you flung the mask across the room. “A fucking horse?” you said in Vietnamese
LOL
— Jul 24, 2025 11:32AM
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