The old woman’s story ended in loneliness. She wrote her final letter to someone unknown. The spidery writing was barely legible, written by a shaking hand.

I am sending you word to say I am alone now. Surrounded by strangers and forgetting the days. I will travel to you soon.

It was never posted. The intended recipient never found. Instead, it remains in a heart-shaped box on her granddaughter’s dresser.

The trail begins with simple grace,
Jumanji Woman stands in awe.
She doesn’t know the pitfalls she’ll face,
Only what came before.
The trials and challenges that come her way,
Are like her mother’s strife.
And her mother’s mother who led the way,
So, she could live her life.