She walked into the house. It was an old house full with dirt. Separate papers, fallen chairs, and tattered clothes represented the fierce argument happened the last time people had lived in this house. She picked up a piece of glass on the floor, which was a part of a glass cup. She sighed and put it on the table.
She was an old lady. Her bent back caused her walking really slowly. She looked around the house, touched the furnitures, and finally sat on a chair.
"Everything looks same," she said to herself, "Nothing is changing except for time."