The Old Lady Living Down the Street
The old lady living down the street... she always stand in the cold,at her front door, longing for her daughter's visit... She looks like a bag of bones... her trembling hands, her sad lonely eyes, her deep voice makes me feel emotional all the time... i bumped into her again today... she was standing at her front door again, stretching her neck, observing every single car that appeared at the corner of the street, praying hard that it would be her daughter's car... we talked about Christmas and she told me sadly that she is not sure whether her daugters will spend time with her this christmas... she sounded really dissapointing because her daughter has not called her to make any arrangement to come and see her... i'm sure she will be standing at her front door, waiting for her daughters' arrival on christmas day even if she is sure that they are not coming to see her... that is her world of fantasy... a world that full of happiness, love and her daughters and maybe her grandchildren... she lets her mind swimming in her world of fantasy...

