Every morning she wakes up in the same worn-out bed, in a room where silence is her only companion. There are no children calling her “grandma,” no family members asking how she feels, no one to hold her trembling hands.
She has lived through wars, hunger, and loss. One by one, her friends disappeared — some taken by time, others by death. Her husband passed away many years ago. She never had children. Today, no one knocks on her door.
Days pass slowly. She sits by the window, watching people walk by, hoping someone might stop. Hoping someone might remember she exists.
At 100 years old, loneliness hurts more than old age. What she wants most is not money or comfort — just a voice, a visit, a human touch.
Her story is a painful reminder that some people grow old completely alone… forgotten by the world.