If someone took a photo of this very moment you might think it was a gathering to be envious of. Fancy pastries strewn across the table, delicate china with the most intricate detailing, that's of course holding some prized tea from a place I couldn't hope to pronounce.

A group of smiling, inviting, and familiar enough faces, you might think you were once there yourself.

Thats not quite the scenario I find myself to be now.

I watch as Mary prepares, once again