An old lady is standing by the kitchen counter.  She looks more than ninety years old, and has a cane beside her in case she loses her balance again.  She has a pair of kitchen scissors in one hand, and is cutting something.

With a closer look, you’ll see that she’s cutting bread. On a plate are pieces of already cut up bread, that are about a quarter of the original size. She takes out another piece of bread from the bag.

The bread has grown mould, and three or four fuzzy dark spots could be seen on the slice of bread.  She’s not just cutting the bread up into smaller pieces, she’s cutting the mould off. To eat the bread.

She works at it without a spoken word, and gives no hint that that’s what she was doing. A moment later, her daughter enters the room. The old lady goes at it in such an innocent fashion that her daughter doesn’t realize right away. Her daughter does a double take and stops in horror.

She grabs the bread from her elderly mother.

“There’s mould on this bread you can’t eat this! Listen to me, you’ll get sick eating this!” Her daughter is yelling, clearly upset. “Everyone worries about you’re health, you can’t do this! This is mould, it’s gone bad!”

Her mother looks up at her calmly. “This isn’t so bad, if I just cut this off…”

“NO! This is mould, you can’t eat this!” Her daughter finds herself repeating herself. “Your health is more important, you can’t eat this!” She sees the already neatly cut up pieces of bread on the plate, and tears well up in her eyes.

The plate and bag of bread all ends up in the trash.

Watching this made me cry today. Something about this scene is so sad and so heart wrenching.