Two plates and silverware sat on the small kitchen table, a glass of orange juice station by one and a cup of coffee by the other. Scrambled eggs and a slice of bacon were on the menu this morning, as a man gently helps his wife sit at the table for breakfast. “Can I have some orange juice?” The lady asked with a confusion look on her face. “Sure, momma.” He reaches out and moves the glass of juice to the other side of her plate. “Thank you.” She starts to reach out to pick up the glass, but hesitates and puts her arm back down at her side. “What are we eating?” “Bacon and eggs, your favorite.” He smiles at his own joke, knowing that even though she enjoyed bacon and eggs, they were the only things he knew how to cook. She looks at the plate. His smile fades as he watches her. “Is something wrong?” “Can I have some orange juice?” She asks. “Sure, momma.” He reaches out and moves the glass again. “Thank you.” She picks up her empty fork and brings it empty to her mouth. The man scoots h...
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