The morning Daniel returned, I nearly dropped my coffee pot. He walked slowly toward the window, supported by his grandfather. Margaret was already waiting inside. Daniel ordered his usual small hot chocolate. Before he could reach for his wallet, Margaret stepped forward and paid for both drinks. \u201cToday, it’s my turn,\u201d she said. Daniel laughed, then hugged her tightly. I watched them through the window, remembering every morning that had brought them together. Three hundred eighty-seven coffees had finally delivered something money could never purchase: a friendship built on gratitude, compassion, and love.<\/p>\n
Daniel eventually returned to school and began volunteering at the hospital, hoping to comfort frightened children just as Margaret had comforted him. He never stopped buying coffee for others, either. Sometimes I still see him paying for a stranger’s order. And whenever someone asks why, I tell them: kindness never disappears. Sometimes it simply takes 387 mornings to find its way home. THE END.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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