She didn't notice when they grew old and grey, and she did not. And as they did, they did not write to her as much. Then the writing ceased altogether. She wondered why, but did not look into it. She kept writing. No answers. Did they not like her anymore? Were they jealous? Fine. If that was the way they were going to be, who needed them? Maybe when we're all old and dying… Maybe, by the end… Maybe things will have changed…