The old lady sat alone in her room

Her worn-out legs made its way to the only chair in the room as she breathed in the familiar scents that lived with her. There was no reason for her to move her lips to talk about her day or make dinner. The only sound she could hear was the chattering of people next door. Her eyes gazed at a photo that settled on the only table in the room. There stubborn tears in her eyes that refused to drop.