The chicken and the porridge...

Was having lunch this afternoon at the coffee shop when I saw this old couple sitting next to my table...The husband ordered a bowl of porridge. But there was chives and those "brown colored thingy(onions i think)" which he doesn't like or want. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but the husband was giving quite a bad attitude towards his wife, wanting to ask his wife to get rid of it. His wife then unwillingly wipe the chives into her soup, and he then threw the rest into an empty bowl. He started stirring his porridge when his wife automatically "transferred" some(or all) of the shredded chicken from her Chicken Hor Fun to his porridge. Not a word of gratitude was uttered from his mouth or even his face. She did it willingly too, as I can see from her face. It got me thinking for that moment...It was a very normal actions spotted everywhere in the world, in Singapore. But I just can't stop thinking abt it. They ate finish and if I'm not wrong, the husband took out tissue, one for himself, and one for his wife. Then he started speaking, seems troubled. His wife listened, and listening was all she did. It got me thinking again... Is this what we call "Love"? or is it "Responsibility"? or "Habit"? or is it just ......"Life"...? No matter what it is...it seems to get them going...They're happy deep inside, I know... I wished I was them.

Thanks.
~Kaze