She believes that there are events that have become buried in the past, eras that have passed, with which a stream of memories have faded and what has passed has died. However, everything became vivid before her eyes when she entered the elevator with her husband to reach the sought-after orthopedist. She had not anticipated or prepared for an inevitable encounter.

Here the past embodies itself in the form of a human being once again; an elderly man on whom time had intricately etched its expressions and transformations on his face. Lines around the eyes varied between fine and thick, white strands invaded the head except for a few, and his gaze indicated the onset of confusion and perplexity about which no one knows anything. In her perpetual silence, she closes her eyes slowly, sighs, and then immerses herself in gazing at the elevator mirror until it stops at the floor where the doctor resides. She becomes alert when her husband tells her: "Here we have arrived..."

In the clinic, she sits waiting for the moment to meet the doctor, while the elderly man sits beside her and her compassionate husband, who all along had not stopped showing all shades of care and tenderness towards her. Sitting beside her, attending to her details, he hands her a bottle of water to quench her thirst from time to time. He holds her hand with a sense of "I am with you, don't worry about anything".. He places his other hand on her shoulder as if to relieve her of the responsibilities she bears, brushing off the dust of faults and breakages of past nights without him...

A turmoil kept surging in her chest, which was rising and falling in sync with weary, unstable breaths. Those follies that were often committed against her only intensified the severity of the disease and increased the pain in her bones every time her gaze inadvertently strayed towards the old man. Her first marriage to him was like a deep stab that left its mark and moved on... Oh, the cruelty of the years!... They left scars that were not erased with time, nor did oblivion heal them. Long, harsh, stinging, and exhausting conversations swirled before her, discussions about who would drive to buy the day's groceries?! Who is responsible for cleaning the stairs?! Who will prepare the meal for all the family members?!... Who will welcome the many visitors to the homeowners? Who will fulfill the duties of hospitality? Who and who and who? Ask the homeowners for permission before visiting your family's home, even ask them before doing anything, before you breathe... Can these things destroy a home?!... Or is the "family home" the primary destroyer?

"You either live as a servant to my family, abiding by the house rules under my mother's guardianship and according to her laws, or you leave this house in your miserable robe," were his last words, resounding like a piercing whistle gnawing at the ears, causing them to crack. It's the same man sitting beside her now, not recognizing her at all, not even looking in the direction where she is sitting. He exhibits the features of an elderly man, perhaps afflicted with Alzheimer's, or maybe the weariness of his bones has brought about indifference to anything other than suffering and pain, or he is feigning forgetfulness, perhaps many things...

She is now in her mid-forties but still magnificent, still a dreamer. At times, you find her strong, unyielding; in the morning, she fills the surroundings with the fragrance of spring flowers, radiant like the warm, elegant winter sun. And sometimes you see her fragile and delicate like a withering autumn leaf, burning at her edges due to the intense heat and blaze of her summer. As much as she has suffered, you find her embodying everything and its opposite together.

The doctor's visit ended, who reassured her greatly and advised her to rest and avoid strain, along with taking some bone-strengthening medications and some mild painkillers. In complete silence, she exits, closing the doctor's room door, shutting with it the last doors between them while he sits waiting for his turn. She looks at him with a sympathetic gaze mixed with sorrow, leaving the place. Then she approaches the elevator and her husband opens its door, ready to leave.

Her husband: "Isn't it time for him to know his daughter?"

She: "I don't know what I was being punished for to the extent that he left me and a fetus inside me, without even once trying to ask about it."

Her Husband: "The girl is waiting for her first child, it is his right to know that there is a grandchild on the way to him."

She: "He will abandon her and give her up just like he did with her mother. She knows she has a father only in her genes, but amidst the ugliness of this world, she found no better father than you. She wants you... Come, the elevator has arrived... don't worry, I missed a cup of tea infused with fresh mint leaves, with you, let's forget this matter together..."

Her Husband: "As you wish, my dear, but don't ask for forgetfulness..."