Sitting diagonally across me is a couple in their late fifties, I guess. What I witnessed earlier left quite an impression on me. The grouchy-looking woman, presumably the wife, unleashed some unkind words at him, her husband, to the extent he appeared stupid; all because he’d asked her what she’d like to eat. He simply smiled and hurried off to get her food. To me, it was a major disrespect and disregard for who he is to her. Do people become an eyesore when they grow old? Does love fade for each other when one grows old?
© Derrick Lim