This moment has been with me for the past five hours. I was t the supermarket behind the orphanage. As I checked out, I made the lazy decision to take the moving walkway instead of the stairs. As I walked up to the walkway, there was a 50-year old woman standing there, looking at it. She was in her hijab, looking really uneasy. I gave her a smile as I passed by her. A part of me wanted to help, but I knew that would be inappropriate.
I’m glad I didn’t. When I looked back at the woman, her husband had caught up with her. He took her hand and eased her slowly onto the platform. It took her a couple false starts, but she got the hang of it. It was so cute. It was one of those moments when I realize I want a love that lasts into old age.
That being said, my next memory is about a wedding: