Elizabeth, a white woman in her mid-30s, and her adopted black daughter Zoe decided to have brunch at the Clover Cafe, a place known for its warm ambiance. Zoe wanted chocolate milk and wouldn’t stop telling Elizabeth about it until she gave in. Clover Cafe was one of their favorite spots.
It was where they spent many of their weekend afternoons and shared many happy moments. But on that sunny day, something happened that would forever change how they saw their favorite spot.
As they entered the cafe, the bell above the door jingled softly. Elizabeth scanned around and saw that their favorite spot near the window was taken. She then guided Zoe to an empty table in the middle, and they settled in, excited for their meal.
Zoe, a bubbly six-year-old with curly hair and bright eyes, looked around eagerly. Her giggle, which echoed through the cafe, was the embodiment of childhood innocence. Elizabeth looked around and noticed that their favorite waitress wasn’t around. Instead, another waitress, Sarah, approached their table with a forced smile. What can I get you today?” Sarah asked, her tone lacking the warmth supposed to….Read Full Story Here…………………
