I saw him and paused. He had stopped to look for something in the men’s grooming section.

His hands were shaking. He could barely hold onto anything. He looked frail.

I pushed my trolley towards him. “Good afternoon, Sir, what can I help you pick?” He turned slowly and looked at me. He was a pitiful sight. The man had aged by almost 20 years since I last saw him. He stared at me curiously.