Quella was feeling antsy lately. The shop wasn't doing the business it had previously which was probably due to her own failing as a proprietor, it wasn't that she worried about having money, it was more about keeping her parents memory alive. She had enough of a nest egg for the next ten years, and she still had enough regulars that made it worth keeping the shop open, but, to be frank, she felt lonely.

Her daughter was old enough to have children of her own, she had been for a while. Anukhet was driven though and had been spending most of her time on her studies rather than on a family. Quella couldn't blame her, she had done much the same. So much so that middle age was creeping up on her faster than she could believe possible, could she really be reaching 40 soon?

Quella shook her head. What would her parents think if they knew she was this old and still didn't have children of her own? Quella loved Anukhet from the moment the little girl came into her life, but she had never had a chance to know what it was like to imbue a stone, to hold an infant in her arms. She had always used the excuse that she didn't have time, but she knew now that if she continued to wait until having a child was convenient she might as well throw the towel in now. Pretty soon she'd be too old to really enjoy raising a little one and wouldn't be able to keep up with them.

As the realization hit her, Quella sighed inwardly and flipped open a newspaper and found the add for the clinic. Maybe it was finally time to move on with her life and take the next step.