My Daughter Became Friends with a Grumpy Old Man at the Park – Then a 30-Year-Old Photo Fell Out of His Pocket, and I Froze

“I can sit with you,” Sophie offered instantly, patting the empty spot on the wood. “I don’t like coffee, but I like company.”

“You’d really sit with an old grump like me?” he asked, wiping a stray tear from his wrinkled cheek.

“You’re not a grump,” she smiled brightly. “You’re just very lonely.”

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