My dad, like a lot of Bengali men from his generation, spent most of his life taking his wife for granted. He always expected warm food on the table, clothes washed, ironed and folded etc. Never stopped to appreciate my mother who always prioritized his comfort over her own.
At the age of 71, my dad is showing early signs of dementia and cognitive decline. He doesnt understand a lot of things, and gets confused easily. I find it adorable the way he looks at mom as if he is pleading her to help him out. If his eyes could talk, it would say, “Honey, there’s no one in the world I can trust more than you.”
Thinking about it makes me emotional. I wish he had shown this respect all his life, instead of waiting till he felt completely helpless.
