Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Bequeather

(Most customers at the café where I work are regulars, including an older couple who comes in every Saturday. The wife is slightly disabled and has a mild facial disfigurement. She has previously complimented me on a certain necklace I wear. Today, I’m not exactly in a good place. While I am washing up, she comes to the side of the shop and calls me.)

Wife: “I want to see you when you get a moment!”

(When I go to clean the tables, I walk over to her table.)

Me: “You wanted to show me something?”

(The wife hands me a small bag. Inside is an assortment of beautiful gold jewellery with sparkling stones.)

Me: “Oh, they’re so beautiful! Thank you for showing me these!”

Wife: “Keep them.”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Wife: “I bought them for you.”

Me: “For me? Are you sure?”

Wife: “Yes, I ordered them for you. Do you like them?”

Me: “Of course I do… thank you. I’m very touched.”

Wife: “It’s alright, darling. You’re a beautiful girl, and I want to help you if you need it!”

(It’s moments like these that remind me there’s still good in the world.)