91

她在綿綿陰雨裡遇見他，他穿著整齊坐在便利商店前，反覆訴說自己91歲了，兒子開賓士車，他即將被送到養老院，他說那裡的生活也不會比較好，對於不良於行這件事，他感到無奈和無助。他的思緒在過去和現在之間來來回回，在已經說過的話和想說的話之間來來回回。他說想要吃點甜的，她去買了白木耳湯送給他，他要帶回家，用某種小心翼翼的儀式好好地享用陌生人的善意。

而那之後，她再也沒有遇見他。


She ran into him in drizzling rain. He was neatly clad, sitting alone in front of a convenience store. He repeated his age, which was 91. His son drove a Mercedes-Benz. He was about to be sent to a nursing home, but he didn’t believe his life there would be any better. He felt hopeless and helpless about his not being able to walk. His thoughts traveled between the past and the present, between what he had said and what he wanted to say. He had cravings for something sweet. She bought a bowl of sweet soup for him. He would like to take it home and savor every bite of good will from a stranger with a certain kind of ritual.

Since then, she has never seen him again…