Akemi, the 73 year old lady sat on the corner of her bed staring at the clouds through the window as the memories of her childhood occupied her mind..
Fascinating! She exclaimed as she stared at the clouds change its shape. Sitting on her mom's lap the little 8 year old used to have millions of question. How does the cloud move mom? Someday, I would want to travel the world sitting on top of that cotton bed in my pink gown! Wouldn't I look like a princess? Yes my dear! Her mom used to answer with a peck on her dearest daughter's cheek. She used to look at the clouds changing it's shape and wonder if that's where santa lived.. the creative little child had so much to wonder and know.
Today, again she stared at those clouds... but something was different. Today, her eyesight was not as clear. She had blurred vision, and could hardly see the fine lines of those beautiful clouds
Grandmom! Zara, her 11 year old young grand daughter called distracting her thoughts and jumped in her lap..
