She told me that she had lived a difficult life, filled with pain and heartache. But as I looked around, I saw no evidence of the joy and love that should have been a part of her story.
It was as if all the good had been stripped away, leaving only the empty husk of a life behind. I couldn’t imagine the pain and suffering she must have endured to end up in this place.
But as I turned to leave, I saw a glimmer of hope. A single photograph on the mantel shows a younger version of her smiling and surrounded by loved ones. It was a small glimpse into the life she once had, and it gave me hope that she could find joy and happiness again.
I knew I couldn’t erase her past or make it all better, but I hoped to be a part of her future and help her find the love and happiness she deserved.