A pitch-patter of raindrops can be heard outside the window. The lingering drops of rain seemingly cast a yellowish - almost golden hue on it due to the sunset's vibrant yet blazing color as if a fire was burning. Accompanied with a gloomy cluster of clouds, the atmosphere feels melancholy for some reason.
Inside a house, an old woman is sweeping using a worn out soft broom. With just a look you can see that it has been used for a long time due to the bristles being shorter and having a little bit of unevenness making it hard to sweep the dust in one turn. With a hunched back, the old woman seems to struggle, her movements are sluggish. taking a minute to move from one step seems painful even placing her hand at the back with a grimace expression.
Suddenly, she stopped from what she was doing and slowly walked towards the window. Her wrinkled and calloused hand reached out to the handle while slowly closing, still looking outside to see if someone is there to come yet there is no one, not even a shadow. As the raindrop slowly seeps through the window frame, she slowly closes the window. Her eyes, once full of hope and light, are now losing their luster as she turns her back and goes back to sweeping. At this time the old woman back seems lonely as if she's hoping and waiting for someone to come.
Then the floor seems blurry for all of a sudden, she looks down and finds a drop of water dropping. Tracing where the water comes from she looks up to find the water dripping in her eyes. Her hand reached toward her eyes only to find out that she was crying. She felt confused as to why she was crying - she didn't understand what she's feeling right now. Her hand slowly wiped the tear coming right out of her eyes yet no matter how many times she wiped it, tears flowed down endlessly as if a broken dam that can't be stopped.
Her hand reached out to the edge of the sofa, with her hand guiding. She slowly sat on the sofa alone with no one to comfort her. The back that seems to have everything figured out seems lost right now. She knows she needs someone - To guide, to comfort and to be there for her. But fate is unchangeable - what you've lost cannot be brought back again even if you prayed and begged for a miracle to come.
Memories of her parents seem to resurface again as if she time traveled where they were still alive - breathing and smiling at her. Her mother used to greet her every time she went back home after school. Her smiles, laughter, concern and sometimes scolding for every time she had done wrong. To the point where she sometimes hated her mother for scolding her. Yet those were the great times she regretted not hugging her mom and telling her that she loved her. There was no one to comfort her in times she was down. Her Dad who takes her to school everyday - drop off and pick her up. Who is there to help her with her project even if he didn't know what he was doing either. Yet she loved it - yes, she loved her parents and wished they were still here. To comfort her just like how she was once a child but time has changed she is not what she used to be before those once soft and smooth skin are now wrinkled, the once straight back are now crunched out. Time flies so fast - she is not a child anymore. She is a parent just like how her mama and papa used to be.
But that doesn't change the fact that even if she is old she still needs her mama and papa to tell her the things she enjoys even though she may not be a child anymore.Yet what scares her the most is that she seems to no longer hear their voice nor remember what they look like. Her tears flowed endlessly, how could she forget something important? Her back trembled and the sound of silent crying as if she was scared someone would find out an old woman was crying just like the old her back then who silently cried afraid her parents would find.
But this time it was different - there was no one who will come to comfort her.
