An elderly man picks up the phone and calls his son, his voice filled with frustration. “Listen, your mother and I are getting a divorce. Forty-five years of misery is enough.”

“Wait, what?!” the son exclaims in disbelief.

“We can’t stand the sight of each other anymore,” the father continues. “I’m tired of her face, and I’m tired of this whole situation. Call your sister and break the news to her.”

And just like that, the call ends, leaving the son in a state of worry.

He immediately dials his sister. “No way, they’re not getting divorced!” she protests angrily. “I’m calling Dad right now!”

The sister calls their father and demands, “You’re not getting divorced! Don’t do anything else. The two of us are flying home tomorrow to handle this. Don’t call a lawyer, don’t file any papers. Got it?” She slams the phone down.

The old man turns to his wife, a smirk creeping across his face. “Alright, they’re both coming for Christmas, and they’ll pay for their own flights.”

An elderly couple walks into a restaurant, and they order one meal—just one. A single hamburger, a side of fries, and one drink. When the meal arrives, the man splits the hamburger in half, placing one half in front of his wife. He does the same with the fries, then sets the drink in between them.

They both take turns sipping the drink, while the man devours his half of the hamburger. Meanwhile, his wife watches quietly, waiting.

A fellow diner, noticing the scene, is moved by the couple’s unusual arrangement. He decides to offer to buy them another meal. But the elderly man, without hesitation, declines. “No, thank you. We’re used to sharing everything.”

Still curious, the man watches as the elderly couple continues, and after a while, he can’t hold back. He approaches them again and offers to buy them another drink.

The elderly man shakes his head. “No need. We share everything.”

As the man finishes his meal, the observer can’t contain his curiosity any longer and approaches the wife. “I have to ask—why are you just sitting there, waiting for your husband to finish eating?”

The woman smiles gently, looks at him, and replies, “I’m waiting for my turn.”