Miss Helen had been a regular at our café for years—always sweet, often with her grandkids. But one morning, she came alone, sitting at a decorated table with streamers and an untouched birthday cake. She had invited her family—no one showed up.

When we asked the manager if we could sit with her, he refused and threatened to fire us. But we couldn’t just let her celebrate alone. One by one, we joined her. Someone brought her favorite pastries, another added fresh flowers. We listened to her stories, making sure she felt seen and loved that day.