I’m 72 years old, and I’ve been waitressing at the same small-town Texas diner for more than two decades. I started after my husband passed away, thinking it would be temporary—just something to keep me busy. Instead, it became my second home.
I know the regulars by name, their favorite orders, and how they like their coffee. I may not move …
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