Character: Mrs. Bentley

- You take care of cocoons, from which flew a butterfly. Old corsets that you will never want. Why do they care? To prove that you were young once, impossible. Pictures? No, they're lying. After all, you're not the one in the photos.
- A written statement under oath?
- No, honey, you're not a number, not ink, not paper. You don't these chests with rags and dust. You're the only one that here, now, today, today you.

Maybe just an old lady trying to convince myself that she had a past? In the end, what has passed is gone and never will be. Man lives today. Maybe she was a girl once, but now it's all the same. Childhood is over and never to return.