Every afternoon, an elderly man entered my caf\u00e9 and ordered the cheapest item on the menu. Sometimes he chose coffee and toast; other days, he settled for a small bowl of soup. He always sat beside the window, unfolded his newspaper, and remained there for hours without asking for anything he couldn\u2019t afford. Some customers complained that he occupied a table during the busiest hours, but I never asked him to leave.<\/p>\n
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Instead, I began bringing him extra bread, a bowl of soup, or a slice of pie that would otherwise go to waste. He accepted everything with a grateful nod, never explaining his circumstances or making me feel that my kindness deserved recognition. Then, one afternoon, his usual chair stood empty. A day passed, then another, until an entire week went by without seeing him. Nearly a month later, a woman entered the caf\u00e9, looked directly at me, and placed an envelope on the counter. She said she was his daughter, and she had something her father wanted me to know.<\/p>\n
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