Days ago while standing in a roadside, there was a public transportation coming aside. From the place I stood, I saw a very old man sitting next to the driver. He slowly handed money to the driver then opened the car door powerlessly. It took a long time for the old man whose hair was all white to get down from the car. He was just too old. In every move he made, he trembled. Unlike other people needing just a second to get down, he needed more than 5 minutes. Even his time to take his foot to the ground was still longer than the time I need to post 4-5 tweets. It was one of teary scenes I had ever seen live. When he had successfully touched the ground, I even saw a sadder scene then. He found difficulty in turning his body after closed the car door. It is just a piece of cake for us to turn our body, but not for him. Again, he trembled while moving his feet to the direction he needed to take. Literally, it took a long time for him just to get down from a car and turn his body. Then, he made some steps ahead, absolutely in a very slow way. After some steps he took, he disappeared. He was out of my range of view. What came to my mind after it was how could. How could he travel alone using a public transportation? How could his children let him do it? Moreover, how could I just let it happen without doing anything; without helping? How could I be so heartless? Honestly, I was so saddened.
I hope that in the future I have no time to let my parents walk or travel alone; I have no time to say no when they ask me to accompany them; I have no time to let them wait me to answer their calls in a long time; I have no time to let them have a dinner alone; I have no time to make them feel alone.
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