They sit every other morning at the same spot, having breakfast. The man grabs his newspaper and the woman just stares at the big window, admiring the morning sun bathing the greenery at the back yard.
Sometimes they do some catching up, other times he would crack a joke so she would laugh, or drop a comment so she would smile and break this ‘boring’ silence.
As static as this scene might seem, yet it grabbed his attention, the young man working as a receptionist at the elderly house. He noticed how the grey-haired handsome man never misses a visit, he’s always there on time, and barely seems tired or bothered.
One day, the receptionist stopped the old man on his way out. He asked with keen eyes about how come he would never miss a visit; it was worse for someone his age with a wife suffering from Alzheimer who barely can remember him to begin with.
The old man smiled at him and said “She might not remember me at her worst, but I do remember her at her best. I do remember our days together and I will still cherish her till death do us part”