I was asked if I wanted breakfast, as my father left the house. I said I wanted toast and tea.
Both my parents are working professionals, unlike in the other reality. In this reality, I was able to realize why we would never be able to understand what makes poor people, poor.
Oddly, I was able to understand why the rich would never understand the poor, and why the poor would never understand the rich, as I straddle between both realities.
Then, when my father came back with the toast, and I started eating it up, I broke out of that reality.