There was an old lady I would often see in the neighborhood. She would sometimes walk around very slowly by herself just observing everything around her. Sometimes she would sit at a near by bench for who knows how long.

She was always dressed in loose pants and a long sleeved shirt. Around her arm whenever she was out was a red silk scarflette. At first I thought it was just her signature look. A fashion statement. Then a year had passed and I had seen her quite often. I decided to approach her one day.

I told her I had seen her around over the year and noticed her scarflette was always on her wrist. She then went on to explain that her daughter had given it to her but she died in a car crash over a year ago. She could not bear to be without it especially now that her daughter is no longer around.

They used to take walks together all the time and now she just continues on alone in memory of her.