It always gave her a feeling of peacefulness sitting there looking at the view. It was easy to recall the endless challenges she had faced together with her beloved husband and her children. It had all been so difficult then…so different… and it never seemed so long ago—seventy-five years. She looked down at her hands and startled her to see the hands of an old woman. She had lived long, too long.
She stood and moved slowly toward her cabinet as she passed the table where the photographs placed. She stopped and looked at them. As she looked at it, she thought the life she shared with Anton her husband…the world they had built. There they were, Ana, her oldest daughter together with George and Mike. It was amazing how fast it all went, how time flew by, she thought of many things remembering how sweat trickled down her face in cleaning their rooms, the time she listen to their stories, in giving them love, support and everything they need. They were still there in her heart as they stepped out into the world on their own. She was sorrowful as she remembers that now she was alone in the big house that was filled with noise, laughter and love from the past.
Anton already died for the past ten years. It became the beginning of her sadness from being desolated because her children left her.But for Katie, her children were some easier to understand. She had always waited. There was always a big thrill of excitement to see their faces again. She stood looking at the pictures fora long time, touching the moments, thinking of them, gently brushing up against the memories while trying not to bump into those that were too painful.
And now, she returned and sat again peacefully looking out at the window. As the sun rose at her sight, there were tears, the memories in her mind and heart faded and one by one disappeared.
