A Postcard story
Mrs. Nina was always sitting at her dented old sofa in front of her small house at the suburb. She seemed waiting for something from far away, yet she hadn’t gotten any news.
Every day at 5pm, after finishing her dinner, she often got to her sofa and sat there with a cup of tea, and enjoyed her evening. The sofa seemed to grow old with her too. Mrs. Nina would sit there until the darkness showed its cloak to her vision, then she would get back to the house.
Mrs. Nina had never been impolite to her neighbors, whenever she saw them, she usually waved and said “hi” to them, and usually asked how their days were.
Mrs. Nina had been living in town most of her life, so the reason why she sat there, most of the old people knew.
When the war started, her son was one of the first soldier who volunteered to go for the country. She didn’t like that, but she had no choice. She had to let him go. Then she started to sit in front of her house to wait for the returning of her son, but he never showed up after he left. It became her habit.
The people around town respected her a lot, for once, her son had sacrificed in the war. However, somehow, Mrs. Nina still hoped that she would see her son again.