The young woman was walking on the beach, when she saw an old lady sleeping in a winter coat right on the sand. She was lying just a few feet away from the beach entrance and people were constantly walking past her.
It was Sunday, the day when people were supposed to go to the church, share a meal with their family, meet with their friends. But this woman was all alone. Judging by her wrinkled face, she had lived a long life, probably working, falling in love, raising children, only to find herself sleeping on the ground and being looked down on years later.
