“When I was living here….” Roy started talking. His wrinkled face is excited to see the places where his memories sleeping. He lived here for many years. Today is his eightieth birthday, and he wanted to visit this place. He served in the army and he took care of his old parents. He never got married. He doesn’t have any family whom he is close to. His eyesight got poor during the years, and he couldn’t drive anywhere anymore. That is why I took him today. Read the rest of this entry »
