While Losing all Memories, the Love was Forever Ingrained in their Hearts
For people who embrace loss with love.
A young man’s food arrived: a plate of spaghetti with alluring cheese sprinkled on top. Before he reached for the utensil, an old man beside him said, ‘It looks so good. My son loves to eat spaghetti so much.’
The young man pushed the plate toward him, saying, “Then, please, have it.”
Later, a plate of tempura completed the young man’s order, and he again reached for the utensil. However, the old man spoke again, “It looks delicious. My son’s favorite food is shrimp.”
Pausing for a second, the young man once again pushed the dish toward him, saying, “Well, you can have this as well.”
Some people might know what’s the message this story was about, and some, including myself while first reading it, might think, “Damn, an absurd writer didn’t know what she was writing about for naming a proper title, which should be called ‘the exploitation of kindnesses.’”
Please don’t miss the chance to feel love.
Now, there was nothing in front of the young man, and the old man looked at these two ‘donations’ like a four-year-old receiving a marshmallow in kindergarten from a teacher. Then he seemed to realize something and asked, “You gave me all the food. What will you eat?”
The young man replied, “It’s fine. My dad will buy me food after I get home.”
In distress, he looked at the old man, who cheerfully started packing up the food in the plastic box taken from his bag.
The young man’s face twisted in hurt without a sound, or a face soaked with tears, a phone screen held in his hand: He and the old man stood shoulder to shoulder with bright and fulfilling smiles.
“Although you remember all my favorite foods and think of me all the time, you can’t recognize me anymore… as your son.”
