Suddenly, it seemed to me that I looked back from a great distance on the family around, the smiles and the conversations, the whole sunny, sad, funny, wonderful day, and all the days that we had spent here together. What was I going to do when such days came no more? There could not be many, for we were a family growing old. And how would I learn to live without these people? I who needed them so little and so much at the same time. There will come a time when the people at this table wither away, and I won't have any family left. What shall I do then?
