Apr 14, 2016
A memoir full of melancholy
There she sat in an old, wooden chair, brushing off the white strands of her hair. She was sitting in peace but never at ease. Stood up with shaking knees, she only had one wish. Her old age is deteriorating her vigor, taking life’s splendor. Left alone in that century-old house, she was reminded of those vows. “How melancholic life could be,” she said and shook her head. With a photograph held tighly, she smiled brightly. At ninety-five, she said: “I’ll see you soon, my love.”
