No One from Her Family Showed up for Our Café Older Regular’s Birthday—But I Tried to Fix It
Our regular, Miss Helen, sat alone at a table covered in birthday decorations, waiting for a family that never came. I walked into the café like I did every morning—keys in one hand, apron in the other. The air smelled like cinnamon buns and dark roast, but something felt off. There she was, by the…