Arrived to a quiet and empty house today after I finished uni early, wondered where my mother was. Ventured into her bedroom to see mum lying on her bed and heard voices of one very loud, Australian/ Chinese child and two timid giggling children which were recorded. None of them sounded like my little cousins so I asked her who they were- she had no idea either so we laid there listening to the children reciting Buddhist prayers then Catholic prayers then proceeded to tell a story. Funnily enough, at the end, the juvenile voices said in unison: "By Ronald, Tamara and Annie."

My mum hates this photo by the way, but I reckon it's such a raw and real housewifey type of photo.