Shaking hands struggling to get him to his feet. My heart pings painfully, following the pull. “May I help you?” He agrees. Reminded of my former days, Grasping his soft, warm hand. “I just need to get my feet under me.” My heels slip on the ferry’s tile, two others are urged to assist. Wishing him well into the elevator, my mind feels heavy until we dock. Wondering who he used to be, and how something so harsh can overtake a human
I’ll never understand some’s disdain for the elderly