I spend an inordinate amount of time worrying about what I’m going to do with my parents when they get old.
I’m an only child.
I don’t even know where I want to “settle down”. What if it’s Paris? They don’t speak French. It’s a long way away. Will they still be able to travel? What if they have dietary restrictions that mean they can’t eat cheese? That would be a horrible travesty.
Sent directly from my brain via nanotechnology.
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