EPILOGUE

It was a warm Saturday morning. The seventh house on Blue Whale street remained quiet and the wind that blew the curtains awoke Mrs. Davis. She yawned and lay on her bed for another hour - staring at the blank space beside her. She was alone inside the big house. Yet, this experience wasn't new. She was, in fact, already used to it. She finally stood up and had a quick glimpse on the family portrait that hang opposite her. The smiles of her four kids and late husband were visible and she can't help but remember the days with them.

It took her another hour to think of what to do for the day. She admit that she's already old so the boring day ahead wasn't really boring at all. For a moment, she insisted on stopping herself for the usual thing she was about to do but failed in the end. Mrs. Davis found herself walking towards the stairs and next thing she knew, was already in the attic. There lay the photos she has been looking at for the past years. Trying hard to stop her usual intention, she broke down in tears... again.

Mrs. Davis missed her family, no doubt. She missed the touch of her husband and the laugh of her children. But there was one person who isn't a part of the family that she missed the most. And his memories with her only remained in pictures. Mrs. Davis sat down and finally took a photo. She stared on his beautiful face and for the first time on that Saturday, a smile appeared on her face.