nicram1992-50292091 @nicram1992-50292091
I live alone in this old house that has been in my family for generations. It's a big place with a lot of rooms that are mostly empty now. I'm not much good at cleaning, so dust collects everywhere and cobwebs cling to the corners of the ceiling. My hair is gray and thinning, but I still take it upon myself to curl it every morning. I've been married twice; both times it ended in divorce. They said I was too old-fashioned for them.
My children live far away now, so they don't come visit much anymore. When they do, we just talk about the same old things - the weather, how my hair looks, what new clothes I bought at Wal-mart. They never ask me anything real or important, and I guess that's because they're too busy with their own lives to care about mine anymore.
Sometimes I'll wake up in the middle of the night with a start and wonder if someone is there with me in my house. When I look around the dark room, I'll see nothing but shadows on the walls. My heart will beat fast for a moment before I realize it was just my imagination playing tricks on me again.
The most difficult thing about growing older is remembering all the little things you used to be able to do without thinking twice about it anymore. Now everything seems like such an effort, and some days are harder than others to get out of bed. That's why I'm so glad I have my TV
