People looked at Shelia, but she knew they did not see the real her. They did not see the carefree adolescent, who had produced amazing song tracks. They did not see the young mother, working at supporting two growing children, or her maturing confidence that allowed her to develop friendships with an international band of individuals. They did not now see the gifted teacher, and youth leader. Even the generosity of spirit which ensured that a host of young people developed into caring adults. Now in the twilight of her life, all they saw was a failing pensioner.
In this weeks prompt photo I was an individual fading into the background.