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Taken again at the Flower Park in Da Lat, Vietnam. I know this framing is familiar to the photograph taken at the Huntington Gardens, but this picture is more special because the two people sitting are my parents.

Why do we say things we don't mean? Why do we push people away when really we wish they'd never leave? Why can't we just say what we mean and call it a day? Is it rage blackouts? Maybe, though unlikely. Are we just masochistic beings? Maybe, to a degree. No, I've decided it comes down to the games we play, sometimes with others, mostly with ourselves and all we can do is make up the rules as we go.