Dorothy was so touched by Officer Hill’s generosity when he offered the cafe menu to her that she decided to visit him and return his generosity. Just then, things took an unexpected turn.
It was just any other evening when Dorothy Banks walked into Almondine for a cup of hot Americano and her favorite croissant. The elderly lady was visually impaired, and the waitress Lincy knew Dorothy’s standard order, so she didn’t have to go through the hassle of making a choice—or, to use Dorothy’s words, she couldn’t make one even if she wanted.
Life certainly wasn’t easy for Dorothy when she first learned that she wouldn’t be able to see for the rest of her life, but the misery began when she had to face society and their mockery for being disabled.
Officer Banks offered the menu to Dorothy | Photo: Shutterstock
“She scares me, mom! I don’t want to stay with her!” Dorothy overheard her niece Anne say one day. “Why can’t she live somewhere else?”
“Anne isn’t entirely wrong, honey,” Josh, Anne’s father, interjected. “It is quite tedious to look after your sister!”
“You shouldn’t say that, Anne!” Anne’s mother chided, casting a cold glance at Josh. “Your aunt will feel bad if she hears that! She needs our help, and you should be kind to her.”
Dorothy was delighted to hear her sister support her, but that day she also realized that she was becoming a burden for others. So the older woman soon moved out into a separate house where she lived all alone.
Dorothy was hurt by Anne’s remarks | Photo: Pexels
Dorothy was 75, but she neither had a husband nor kids. After all, why would anyone want to spend a life with a burden like her, she reasoned. So, as a respite from her loneliness, the woman often spent her evenings in a cafe, either listening to music or cursing her tragic life.
When Dorthy visited Almondine that day, it felt no different. There was the usual buzz of people chatting, children screaming at their parents, and some people battling for the manager’s attention for their reservation.
However, when the waitress approached her for her order that day, she could tell it wasn’t Lincy who usually served her. “So what do you want?” Dorothy heard a rough voice ask her.
“Isn’t Lincy here today?” she asked. “She usually knows what I want.”
“Well, she’s out today, so I’ll be serving you,” the waitress snarled....
