hans-50377771 @hans-50377771
I've lived in this small village all my life. I was born and raised here, just like my mother and her mother before me. My husband passed away many years ago, and I'm left to live out my days alone in our old family home.
As the sun sets over the mountains outside my window, I often find myself lost in thought. Memories of my youth flood my mind - memories of my children when they were young, of my wedding day, of the first time I saw this house. It's a bittersweet feeling, knowing that it's all been so long ago now.
But as the silence settles around me, I find myself growing more and more at peace. The quiet is almost palpable - you can feel it in your bones. And so, I sit here on my bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of home, and let myself drift off into the twilight hours. Sometimes, when no one is looking, I indulge in a little self-love...
