In silence she sat, no expression on her face, the glass snow globe in her hands and a pile of items sitting next to her.

It had been an hour and she had not moved, she placed the glass snow globe on the top step where she sat and gently rolled it forward, watching it shatter into pieces at the bottom, that was how she felt inside, her hand reached for the beautiful porcelain dog, looked into it’s eye’s and gently rolled it down to follow the globe.

When she reached for the last piece she watched it fall as if in slow motion and as it crashed so did she, silent tears rolling down, at last she could begin to feel again.