It was a cold winter evening.Tina was sitting in her chair next to the window, watching the cars in the road outside.
I knocked the door and it took her a lot of time to open it.When I said hello,she didn’t answer me. She just went back to her seat. She looked sad and lonely”. What’s going on?” I asked,but I didn’t get any answer.I went towards her. She had been my best friend for the last thirty years and I felt really worried seeing her in such a bad mood.”I can’t remember the people in my life. I have forgotten the faces of my children! I feel so empty, because memories is all I had”. “Well you still have me” I said knowing exactly what I had to do.
I went in the room and I opened her old dusty box. It was full of old pictures. I took them and I put them in order, from the time she was a young girl , until last Christmas when her children came to visit her. I come downstairs, I sat next to her and I started explaining every picture one by one. As I was talking noticed that she looked happier. It was like watching her life in a film. By the time I had finished she was smiling. Everything was better now for one good reason. I had brought history to life for Tina in a really exciting way.