She

She stared at thr mirror,accepting her fate touching gently the wrinkles on her face.She was proud of every one of them.Each of them represented a part of her life,her joy,happines,sadness,pain her love and dreams,her fears...
She smiled at herself,so many unspoken words came across her mind.
She learned to accept that some things are better when left alone,and that destiny has her oun ways.
She opened the drawer and under the silky scarf,that her mother bought for her on her eighteenth birthday,she found her old letter box and trembled.SHE opened the box and many memories came out,days,mounts of her life were buried in that letter box.Every opening meant living her life over and over again.And now was the time that she was ready to let go,ready to tell the story of her life.The day has come...