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Out of reach
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Be like a flower blooming in the wild. It doesn't need validation from anyone; it grows and shines on its own strength.
Good grief, what did I just watch? An attempted murder? no one even tries to offer comfort or check on the victim; the father does absolutely nothing, and the mother is just busy swinging away in a hammock? Seriously, this is giving me such a headache! 🤯
A distressing incident unfolded when a man was forcibly handcuffed by police officers while his vehicle was still in motion. The situation became critical as the man’s children remained inside the car, which continued to move forward, uncontrolled.
Although the father repeatedly tried to warn the officers about the danger threatening his children’s safety, the personnel on the scene refused to give him an opportunity to explain.
The revelation
The following Monday, the old man didn't come.
Nor did he come on Tuesday.
On Wednesday, the barista found a folded note beneath the usual table.
Thank you for keeping me company.
My son called yesterday.
He said he would meet me here on Sunday.
Beneath the note was a photograph of a young man holding a guitar.
On the back, someone had written:
He was always better at music than I was at listening.
The reunion
On Sunday, the barista arrived early.
At nine o'clock, a man in his late twenties walked in, carrying a guitar case.
“I'm looking for my father,” he said.
She recognized him from the photograph.
Before she could answer, he noticed two coffees on the table.
One was still untouched.
He sat down.
For a long time, he stared at the empty chair.
Then he whispered,
“I'm here, Dad.”
The ending
The old man had suffered a fatal heart attack on Friday night.
His son had called too late.
The barista placed the folded note beside him.
He read it once.
Then again.
He didn't cry until he reached the last line:
If you come on Sunday, order whatever you like.
This time, I'll listen.
The son ordered two coffees anyway.
He sat in his father's chair and placed the other cup across from him.
Some apologies arrive too late to be heard.
But that doesn't mean they were never needed.
The turning point
One rainy morning, the barista noticed the old man staring at his phone.
An unsent message filled the screen.
I was wrong. I should have listened. I miss you.
His thumb hovered over the send button.
“Why don't you send it?” she asked.
He locked the phone.
“Because sometimes, when you wait too long to apologize, you start believing you no longer deserve forgiveness.”
The mystery
The next morning, the barista asked him who the second coffee was for.
He smiled.
“Someone who used to meet me here every day.”
“Your wife?”
He shook his head.
“My son.”
Then he took a sip of his coffee and added,
“He hasn't been here in eleven years.”
The backstory
His son had been seventeen when they had their last argument.
The boy wanted to study music. His father wanted him to take over the family business.
“You'll thank me when you're older,” his father had said.
His son packed a bag that night.
At the door, he turned around and asked,
“If I leave, will you ever admit you were wrong?”
His father said nothing.
The door closed.
Pride kept him silent for eleven years.
The Boy Who Kept Buying Two Coffees
Every morning, an old man bought two coffees.
One for himself.
One for the empty chair across from him.
The barista assumed his wife had passed away. So one morning, she quietly placed a small flower beside the second cup.
The old man looked at it and said,
“She never liked flowers.”
What is the first thing you do when you wake up?
a. drink water
b. go to the bathroom
c. reach for your mobile phone
The baby in the stroller is left unattended, while the dog is the one being held. Their priorities are really strange.
The hardest part of love isn't always letting someone go.
Sometimes, it's accepting that the person you love may never become the person you need.
And learning that you can miss someone terribly without going back to what broke you