She had adored the attention of being a beautiful woman; the jealousy of some females and the lustful eyes of men.
But time is cruel and her allure faded like a fallen rose petal. The terrible sight of screaming children resurrected her. Today she is sitting in her studio painting, no colours on her face only the cannvas.
Old photographs show a person who never existed. Now she has real beauty, her eyes are truly radiant. She takes a deep breath and smiles.