Every evening at exactly 6:00 p.m., the old man set his dinner table for two.
Two plates.
Two glasses.
Two chairs.
His neighbors thought it was strange.
After all, he lived alone.
One night, a young neighbor finally asked him why.
The old man smiled and said:
“Because I made her a promise.”
The neighbor looked around the empty house.
“Who?”
The old man’s eyes filled with tears.
But he didn’t answer.
Instead, he stood up and opened a small wooden box.
Inside was a note that had been folded for years.
When the neighbor read the first line, he couldn’t speak.
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The note had been written by the old man’s wife shortly before she passed away.
It said:
“Promise me one thing. No matter what happens, don’t eat dinner alone. Think of me sitting beside you, telling you about my day.”
So every evening, he kept his word.
He set the table for two.
Not because he believed she would return.
But because love was the one thing he couldn’t put away.
For 12 years, he kept that promise.
And every night, before taking the first bite, he would smile and whisper:
“I’m still here.”
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