Reflections in the Living Room
The silence of the house felt heavy after the chaos of dinner. I moved into the living room and sank into the worn velvet cushions of my favorite seat.
The wall opposite me was a gallery of memories, filled with smiling faces from years gone by. I stared at the graduation photos and family portraits, noticing how happy we all looked back then.
It was hard to reconcile those innocent smiles with the cold expressions I had just seen.