Anfisa

(sitting in the park,on a bench,with tears streaming down her cheeks from her empty eyes.It's been a month since the accident, but she still hasn't adjusted to the new rules of life) God,is everything I've done in my life going to turn into useless trinkets.(she's about to leave for home,but she can't find her cane, which makes her even more upset) I'm such a klutz,I must have lost it somewhere in the park.Now I'll have to find my way home by feel (she sits on the bench, hesitant to go)