Going back and forth Carolina pleasantly sits in her rusty rocking chair as she tells her pregnant niece about her lost childhood and knits a crochet scarf for her. Suddenly, she wants to finish the scarf before the sun goes down but she can’t avoid drifting her eyes towards the window and looking at a giant tree dripped by the early morning dew. The tree has aged immensely and it somehow resembles her, she thinks the texture of the bark looks like the wrinkles on her body. Fifty years living in the same countryside humble house, it was incredible how such an ordinary tree could bring back so many vivid sad and happy memories. She asks her soul: Will the loved ones still remember me when that inevitable day come? Quickly a bright smile invades
