Oh wow, that's it exactly. It's like learning to see the world in a new way. I notice it with old buildings now, how the wear on a stair tells you where everyone turned the corner for a hundred years. That tiny curve in a shard isn't just dirt, it's proof someone was there, making dinner. It makes you realize how much history is hiding in plain sight, just waiting for someone to learn how to look.

Found comfort in old sitcoms during my own family mess.

Yeah that's the part that gets me. But what about Daisy? She knew the whole time, right? Like she saw the shirts and the parties and chose to play along. Makes you wonder who was lying to who.