RE: Fiction: The past was better (Todo tiempo pasado fue mejor) [EN/ES]

I liked that your story is rich with texture that your description bring out very nicely.

Grandfather approached the honey-colored cedar bookcase where many books lay. Grandfather's somewhat trembling hands ran over the spines of the books. His eyes found the book he was looking for; it was a photo album. The years had caused the cover to lose almost all of its color, but the gold lettering was still visible. 'Family Album, ' it read.

Time passes and things change, and though we mourn the loss of bygone years, we look forward ahead.

El abuelo mostro en sus ojos algo de esperanza y pintó una sonrisa. Se vio el mismo reflejado en el rostro de su querido nieto.

Well said!