Little Journalist

She lived alone. Her husband died 19 years before she did. In her solitude, she feeds off memories and long-term malady. Her children live peacefully yet remotely. Far from the eyes, but close to her heart. She's a strong woman. Though sometimes she's not. Sometimes, she would knelt down on her knees. Her hands clenched tight. Her eyes closed yet tears flowed. Only prayers ever touched her lips. Purifying her from the sins she committed. She...