Fragile

Her small frame sat quietly outside the lobby, all alone. The words "hospital's property" printed on the back of the wheelchair. I stood there watching if someone gonna pick her up, moments passed... nothing. Not a single soul came for her.

She would probably have no one in this world, maybe her beloved husband died many years ago. Her children may have abandoned her in the elderly home. This person is real and has a name, she could be someone important in her prime days. I wonder what was she liked 40 years ago.

Has her dreams, hope and aspiration came true?