Once upon a time…

I sit by the window, watching the world change around me. I remember when this street was quieter, when neighbors knew each other by name. There's an old oak tree that’s been there since I was a child. It’s seen weddings, laughter, and tears. Last week, they started building a new coffee shop next door. I wonder if today's youth will find comfort in its walls like we did under that tree. Life moves on, but some things remain—like my memories, tucked away like old photographs.