Long—they are just so long! Never ending, the days just go on and on. 24 hours seem like 48. The old woman walked and saw the people out on the sidewalk. Her errand had been done. Now she was going home, to her new home. She missed the old home. She wanted the old place. This one was nicer, better turned out. She didn’t care. She didn’t know anybody in this new neighborhood. Her life was back there, not here. Too many cars, too many strangers. She took one more step. Her little face full of wrinkles lit up. There. It was someone she knew from the old neighborhood. She walked quickly towards that person. No, I am sorry. I am mistaken. It isn’t you. I miss you.