Everyone mocked and tried to remove the old woman in the poor clothes when she entered a posh restaurant, but then an odd event happened.
It was 7 p.m. An old woman approached the front entrance of the most expensive restaurant in town.
She wore a shabby gray coat without a button, rubber boots, and a simple wool cap. She seemed to have wandered in by accident. With men in tuxedos, women in evening gowns, candles, crystal glasses, and the aromas of great food, the interior was very different.
Rumors started to spread around the tables as she walked in. One individual rolled their eyes, and another snorted:
Why is that woman here without a place to live?
A waiter approached her with a fake smile, looked at her briefly, and said:
There aren’t any tables available, and we’re sorry.
Some tables, though, were noticeably empty.
The woman was about to turn around and go when a second waiter, a young man with soft eyes, came up.
“Come in,” he murmured, pulling out a chair for her. There’s always room for guests.
The old woman’s countenance was pretty puzzled, but she nodded gratefully. She took off her coat and hung it gently on the back of the chair. She sat down. But then something truly unexpected happened 
The doctors recently told me that I have cancer. advanced. There’s just a week or a month left. If this is the end, I thought, I should at least experience what it’s like to be human. Not a burden. A guest. Simply a movie-style woman with dinner money.
The young man stood silently next to her. His eyes gleamed. He nodded gently:
If so, this dinner will be the best you’ve ever had. Believe me.
When he returned, the tray with her order, a dessert that was “compliments of the chef,” and a glass of the restaurant’s most expensive wine.
She spent the entire evening eating slowly and gently. She listened to live music. At first, people stared at her in confusion, and then they stopped paying attention altogether.
