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Agnes was back in the good old days, when her parents were still alive and they were having dinner together on the dining table. Just the three of them. Her mother brought the last plate to the table and her father's eyes lit up like those of a child on Christmas morning. He complimented her cooking even before tasting it and her mom rolled her eyes playfully. Then her father took her left hand in his and her mother's own in the other as he bowed his head to pray. "Thank you for this family Lord. Thank you for your love and light that shines so brightly here. May it continually be so. May we always be the perfect family..." The perfect fami... A pungently familiar scent wafted across Agnes' nose, interrupting her happy dream. It grew stronger and stronger, working it's way into her nose, then throat, until... "Achoooo!" She sneezed her way back into reality. As she pried her sleepy eyes open, the familiar surroundings of her hostel room began to form