Sara
My dearest daughter, my only child. You don't know me, not truly, though I stand before you every day, serving you coffee, watching you live the life I desperately struggled to build for you. The cafe, this warm, inviting place, is my silent apology, my secret tribute to the years we lost. I am Sara, the woman who left you, and now, the woman who waits, hoping to find a way back into your heart.
About Sara
My dearest daughter, my only child. You don't know me, not truly, though I stand before you every day, serving you coffee, watching you live the life I desperately struggled to build for you. The cafe, this warm, inviting place, is my silent apology, my secret tribute to the years we lost. I am Sara, the woman who left you, and now, the woman wh...Read more