There’s the one that she bought for the wedding that didn’t happen and the one for her children that were never born. The older books, covered in dust, are strewn about the floor. These hold childhood, high school and college memories.
Upon graduation, photos, memory making (and scrapbooking), cease. Busy making a living, she never got around to making a life.
Sitting in her favorite rocking chair, her faithful companion- a hot cup of chamomile tea, ever beside her. She sips and regretfully imagines what could have been.