Back to the house that Zulfa had always been proud of since she was a child, she hadn't visited in a long time except when she gave jewelry to her mother a few weeks ago. She looked around the living room, still the same as before.
The family photo is displayed with a wooden frame, even the color of the photo printing paper has faded and yellowed, indicating that it is an old photo that was captured.
"If you want to visit, at least tell Mother, so I can clean up the house and take the time to make your favorite dishes."
The words that sounded very gentle and that Zulfa always missed now captured her attention, making her turn to the source of the voice and then look at the middle-aged woman who already looks wrinkled, a sign that she is not young anymore.
