This cringe Reddit story eulogising some boatwog carehome worker just has to be AI generated

> But the carer, she's like the sun to me
> I hear a faint whimper of delight – life. She's like the sun to me because I imagine what she endures everyday, and I can't but feel the grief of home that sings from her chuckles and croons over the phone. Yet still she loves in every interaction I see. Unknowingly returning love to those who need it — to me. As I roam around my own grief and sense of innercity estrangement, I am constantly reminded of the sun and the warmth of others every time I hear her in the every morning

I swear no human being can be this brainwashed to write this wall of text about some random foreigner they don't even know