the course of time

Rebecka sat by the fireplace, her eyes wide with wonder as her grandmother told her about the legend of the red string. 'Everyone's destiny is tied to another's with an invisible red string,' her grandmother said, weaving her hands through the air as if drawing invisible lines. Rebecka imagined a red string tied to her little finger, stretching out into the unknown. She asked, 'How will I know when I find the other end of my string?' Her grandmother smiled, 'You'll just know, my dear.'