She stood in the doorway looking pensively at the front yard, reminiscing about all the years she had seen come and go in this place, the haunting echoes of her daughter's laughter ringing through the halls of her memory.
She glanced to her left and gazed at the huge old silver maple and saw her five year old daughter hanging upside down from the branch, laughing and holding her skirt in place, defying without defiance in happy tones, trying to convince her mother that she knew what she was doing.
Further up the street, was her daughter cycling around at a lazy pace with her friends as they laughed and giggled then sat up straighter and got quieter, smiling and whispering as a group of boys approached to join them.
To the right, the flower bed stretching out from underneath the lilac bush was the spot where that five-year-old-girl-suddenly-18 posed for her prom pictures in a fiery red gown, grinning from ear to ear while groaning through gritted teeth, begging her mother to "Please make this picture the last one!"
The front walk wound from the steps to the driveway and she watched her daughter's train trail behind her as she glanced back, smiling, urging her mother to hurry up.
Turning back inside, she strolled through, room by room, which didn't take long in this little home. Everything seemed so empty and the silence was bouncing off the walls.
It had been just the two of them against the world for so long, she wasn't sure what she was going to do now. She raised an angel, that was for sure, but angels come with wings and wings were meant for flight.
Sinking back down into the chair next to the window, gazing outside, she sighed and took a sip of her tea and thought that since her angel had flown, now it was her time and even after all these years maybe, just maybe, if she gave them a good stretch, her wings might still work too.