“Why did you choose what you do?” asked the Monsieur. I was surfing on my computer while he was folding his work shirts and cleaned his wardrobe.
I looked at him. “You meant why I chose which job to apply for when I had no clue?”
At 00:24, I finished watching The Danish Girl. My brother and The Monsieur refused to watch it with me so I watched it on my own. Admittedly, I have cried. Since I last watched Les Miserable the musical for the fourth time last year, no other performance has made me cried like this one does.