For the first time in many years – she felt too young. All her reflections and deep thoughts, suddenly wasn`t enough. She looked at her own reflection. She let her eyes meet her second pair, and combed her hair with her fingers. Even though she had lived in many years already, she was way too young. She was like this living proof of living a life. But she had never thought about the ripeness of life itself – like she was a flower, opening up when ready, and the rest of the life – waiting, patiently again and again.
Never did she count on the fact of just that: