The patients here are elderly and many are scarred by their years with the disease. They are fed and cared for and hidden from the stares of those who see only their deformities. We have found each other. You never ask about a person's past here. In the outer world, there are grandparents, parents, grandchildren.
People pass along their hopes through their children to the future.
But for us, we are merely living to die. The grounds are well manicured. But we began to hear the complaints from buyers that the chrysanthemums died too quickly. The chrysanthemums were sterilized when they left here. The flowers carried no sins, but they were killed.