The Weight of Memories

The worn leather of her favorite armchair cradled her weary form. Each creak of the old house echoed her loneliness, a constant reminder of the empty spaces left behind. A single tear traced a path down her wrinkled cheek, blurring the faded photograph in her trembling hands. The laughter captured in the image seemed to mock her present sorrow, a bittersweet ache that lingered in the quiet corners of her heart.