From my novel
Nare went to the park for her toy plane again and again, but one autumn day she got shocked. The bench was empty. The old woman was not there. A cold wind was blowing through the branches of the trees, and the yellow leaves were falling on the empty bench. Nare thought why the old woman had forgotten her bench. It seemed to her that the old woman might have lost her way to the park, but she would find it soon. Nare went to the park tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, but the old woman was no longer there. Nare understood that the old woman had probably gone travelling through the night stars to find her beloved man in Heaven.