At the resthome where I used to work, the one (soft-spoken) resident told me that she wished that I could stay and that everyone would miss me, besides us having some conversations where she reminisced about how this famous architect who has her last name is related to her, but they never really did anything for her family when they immigrated to the U.S. and needed some help and reached out to them by letter.
Also, the one (very chill) resident was like, "Don't go!", when I told her that I'd be leaving soon, and the one (program) staffer brainstormed whether I could somehow make staying in the city make sense and there were options somewhere that I hadn't thought of.
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