I didn't know where to look, so I gazed down at my hands. My old life, I thought.
I lived in the same house, I played in the same lawn.
My mind flashed back to a winter day from long ago. I sat beneath a leafless cherry tree. Now I was the one under the microscope to prove my worthiness. I wanted my old life back but the gray face gave a slow shake of her head, seemed to be tired of everything.