A charming story about a misunderstanding
between a man named Stanley and his treasured
1950"s refrigerator, named Chillie.

Have you ever felt attached to an inanimate objects?
Recently, when my mothers laundry broke,
she felt guilty to throw it away, she felt like a betrayer.
At first I found it funny, but it got me questioning later.
Am I coldhearted or it is normal
not to feel attachment to laundry or a phone?
I am still questioning myself.
What do you have to say about it?
If you have experienced it, tell me about it.
What is your opinion about that, if you haven't experienced it?
Any questions? Raise them!