She sits among several of her fellow residents at the long-term care facility I visit, ensconced in her wheel chair, sometimes napping, sometimes staring.
I suppose I've walked past her dozens of times, greeting her with a casual "Hello," or "How are you?" I can't say I've taken the time to wait for a response. I've felt her tired eyes following me as I've quickly disappeared around the corner and down the hallway.
But this day, she stopped me cold in my tracks.