We’ve been going to the same local cafe for decades.
The owner has become good friends with my parents. They talk about life, work, family, loss. They share photos.
They wish each other well at Eid and Christmas.
The same faces appear each day.
When one passed away, the owner travelled all the way to New York for the funeral.
It’s a luxury to eat at the cafe. It’s cheaper to stay at home.
But it’s not just a payment to a business. It’s an investment in the community.
The internet doesn’t work at the cafe. It’s a connection black hole.
You’re a million miles away.
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