The Woman at the Café: How a Simple Breakfast Became a Lifeline for a Lonely Boy

across his forehead and a backpack that seemed to weigh as much as he did. He came in right at 7:15, every single day, like clockwork. He always sat in the same corner booth, the one near the window, and ordered only a glass of water.

For the first few days, I thought little of it. Maybe he was waiting for someone, maybe he liked the quiet before school.continue reading …