MY wife carries around a little pair of scissors in her bag. Not so much as a weapon for self-defence, but to cut food down to size to feed my young son. Early this week, while she was snipping at a bowl of noodles at our regular breakfast place, the restaurant owner came over and shared a touching story.
Last Mother’s Day weekend, a couple with an elderly lady (presumably the mother of the man) dined at her restaurant. They walked the elderly lady slowly to the shop, settled her and placed their orders. When food was served, the man promptly whipped out a pair of scissors to cut the food to bite-size pieces for his mother. It was certainly a touching sight to behold.