OLD

He looked out the window of his once beautiful shop and recalled the days before. How people would troop into his shop to get some of the hand-made wooden crafts he fashioned and since he was really good with wood,  he also went into carpentry. His works were the best in town and he even became an inspiration to the youth who instead of hanging around smoking and making jokes that only them would laugh to, joined him under an apprenticeship to learn the work. So many of them passed through his small town shop and became their own bosses. He was living his dream! Too bad his wife and daughter weren't alive to make the picture complete.
Now though,  he had a lot to worry about other than Sharyl and Dana; they were at peace and he would have been better off with them. His day-dreaming had faded into the cold reality of his present life. It had been fifty years since then and now, his shop, the only thing he had left to keep him going was going to be demolished by the Government. He knew the place wasn't at its best anymore but it was all he had left,  why couldn't they see it? If they took it away they'd be taking his heart out; the seventy-nine year old heart that had been beating strangely lately. Why couldn't they see it?