September 18, 2019
At the next table an elderly couple laugh in hushed tones at an iPad. I assume they're watching videos of their grandchildren because every now and again I hear a contented sigh (Ahhhhhhh...) from each of them. I remember this other old couple I saw at MRT, holding hands. That day was a bad day, and when I saw them I cried. I don't know why exactly. OK, maybe I do know why—a little. Do you? Maybe you do. Something about the years spent between them. I've no idea about the specifics. But to love each other that long?