I Helped An Elderly Woman Eat Soup In A Crowded Café — The Man Watching Us Cost Me My Dream Job, Then Changed My Life

He took a breath.

“The woman yesterday…”

His voice softened.

“Dana was my mother.”

I blinked.

For a moment I simply stared.

“I thought you might know her,” I said carefully.

“You were watching us.”

“I was.”

He didn’t deny it.

“I always watch her when she comes here.”

A strange sadness entered his eyes.

“My mother has Parkinson’s.”

He paused.

“And dementia.”

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