I look down at my wrinkled hands and sighed. How’d I end up
like this? It seemed like yesterday I was five and running around with friends.
I look out the window and see myself, at seven, running around the yard
trailing a kite, smiling, laughing. It’s been a while since I’ve laughed like
that. I look again but this time I see myself at sixteen sitting on a blanket
with my past husband, also sixteen. I smile sadly thinking of him. I look at my
mirror and see myself, old, wrinkled, and ready. I sigh quietly, closing my
eyes.
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