It was a cold and rainy day. Mary Fetz, a recently widowed woman just got home from her husband funeral. For nearly 50 years she had never been alone. She never felt more lonely than ever.
She came inside her big house, rinse her umbrella and sat down. She paused for a minute and suddenly, flashback came into her mind. it was her wedding. Tear drops flow down her cheeks. She burst into tears and nobody was there comforting her. Her husband, Oliver usually does that.
She quickly got up and try to take her minds off by cleaning the house. She was dusting her closet then she came across a drawer she never seen before. She opened it and she saw a little pink book with flowers all around it. It was her diary. It was the story of how she met her husband she wrote when she was about 30 years old.
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The Present of Time
SpiritualIsn't it funny how day by day, nothing changes. But when you look back, everything is different.
