The young woman took the older woman's hand in hers and gently started to stroke it, all the while singing to her, with a soft voice not to disturb the old woman in her afternoon nap. Feelings overflowed the young woman... she couldn't bare the thought that this old lady would soon no longer be a part of her everyday life, no more small talk, no more stories about times long gone, no more laughter like they were two high school broads... No she couldn't bare even imagining the loss she was about to suffer... She was glad she had been able to enlighten the last years of the old lady with laughter and just her presence. The memories made in these past few years would soon be all there's left...
The old woman opened her eyes and she smiled when she felt the young woman was still holding her hand... eyes met, smiles on both faces... and four eyes started to fill with water...