My Coworkers T.e.as.ed Me for Eating Lunch with the Lonely Janitor Every Day for 11 Years – At His F.u.ner.al, His [email protected] Pulled Me Aside and Said, ‘Mr. Wilson Left This for You’

was not important. It was.

Her mother is gone. Ask tomorrow if she managed to sleep.

Page after page, year after year, written in handwriting that had grown a little shakier with time but never less deliberate.

Every small thing I thought no one had noticed, Charles had written down as though it mattered.

Because to him, it did.

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