Dad Always Paid for One Extra Coffee

Dad Always Paid for One Extra Coffee Every morning, my dad bought one coffee. But he always paid for two. The second one, he never drank. He just pinned a little paper star on the board. Dad, why do you pay for a coffee nobody drinks? Somebody drinks it, he said. You just don't see them. He did it every single day. For twenty-two years. Last winter, Dad passed away. I thought only family would come to say goodbye. Then the strangers started arriving. One after another. A delivery rider said, I couldn't afford breakfast for a year. Your dad's star fed me. A nurse said, after every night shift, his coffee was waiting. Every one of them had a little paper star. Now, every morning, I buy one coffee. And I pay for two. Would you pay for a stranger's coffee? Comment STAR.