Barakkah Ibishomi

A Bench of Autumn Memories

An unassuming seat was located in the center of Central Park, hidden by a cascading canopy of golden leaves that whispered autumnal secrets. Its iron armrests had worn over time, and its hardwood slats carried the stains of countless seasons. Jordan, a vibrant septuagenarian with a heart full of memories, however, saw it as a haven of peace and a treasured memento of her life.