The other day, we had these 2 people having breakfast— 1 man, 1 woman. The woman was in a wheelchair. I was just sitting at the corner watching them until they went to the bathroom. And since it was a little too narrow on the way to the toilet, the wheelchair couldn’t fit and so I watched as the guy guided the woman inside (of course I didn’t follow them in lol). I watched as the woman lifted her heavy legs one by one, minute by minute into the bathroom. I could just see it in her face how difficult it was for her. I watched the man too, but he was straightfaced, I couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or whatever. I couldn’t read his expression.
I guess I just feel sorry. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t look away. I keep wondering what’s on their mind, especially during that first day when they found out that the woman can never walk again; or if they’re still looking for ways for her to walk again. I couldn’t tell if they’re happy the way things are, or if they had accepted it.