One by one, we joined Miss Helen. Someone brought her favorite pastries, someone else added flowers to the table. We listened to her stories, laughed with her, reminded her she was loved.

Then the café owner walked in. We held our breath, expecting backlash. Instead, he pulled up a chair and joined us. Later, he called a staff meeting—not to scold us, but to thank us. He said that was what real hospitality looked like. He even promoted me to manage his new location.Miss Helen still visits every day now—always with a flower, always with a smile. And we always make sure she never sits alone again.