Judy Bertuso, 63, leans forward inside a bright orange tent set up on the floor of a basketball court in Quezon City, carefully spooning porridge into her husband Apollo’s mouth. Apollo, 65, sits in a wheelchair as he recovers from a stroke, his frail frame outlined against the translucent plastic walls of the tent. Judy, in a wrinkled T-shirt and shorts, holds a bowl beneath the spoon as she feeds him.
She looks tired but unhurried, her movements deliberate, tender — the kind that comes from a lifetime spent caring for each other.
