Finding Roots

I grew up in public housing, as I believe many other Singaporeans have. Though my parents both worked hard and "upgraded" to more upmarket property, I find myself so inexplicably tied to square boxlike apartment housing. Once cold and unfeeling, she now speaks volumes to me of my childhood, the friends I had, the life we departed from.
Now aged and no longer pristine, the cracks stand testament to the her maternal effort, protecting us, shielding us, watching us.
I took a few <a href="">photos</a>, hoping to capture her beauty. Her inner beauty. Something we've forsaken for the fast track.

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