She sat on the bench watching the people walk by. Noticing the different style of clothing they were wearing, and looking down at what she herself had on. Flip flops, short shorts, tank tops. Showing their navels. Long hair all messy. Loud chatter, tattoos on their legs, and arms. Long earrings and even ear rings in their nose and lips. What a difference time had done to the attire of young people today. It was in the mid morning, and she wondered why they were not in school. They didn’t look sick to her. She saw purple and blue eye lids, and bright red lipstick. She puller her compact mirror out of her purse and gazed at herself, and took her other hand and licked it and placed stray hairs back in place. She put her compact away and wondered about her own life.What had she done with it. How had she changed since she was a youngster. She noticed bright red nails on them and held her own hand up only to see callous and deep lines from years of hard work. Nails broken and short. She would ask her daughter if she could make them look pretty like theirs. but with a clear polish instead. She got up grabbing her walking stick to help herself. She saw her neighbor wandering down the isle waving his hand in a welcome way, letting her know he was there to pick her up. That it was time to go home. She wrapped her arm through his, handing him her package, and with her walking stick in the other, she made the journey back home.