— Grandma, I’m sorry, but they’re laughing at you… I’m so ashamed of their behavior.

The woman gave a faint smile and calmly replied:

— It’s all right, my son. I don’t pay attention to them. The dream is more important.

— What dream? — he asked in surprise.

— When my husband was still alive, we used to walk past your restaurant and dream that one day we’d have enough money to come inside and order a meal. He’s gone now, and I managed to save a little… enough to fulfill that dream at least once.

The waiter froze, unable to respond. Tears glistened in his eyes, but he quickly turned away, pretending to write something in his notepad. The woman quietly finished her soup, carefully set down her spoon, took out her old purse, and asked for the bill.