The Biker Who Became Like a Brother and Helped Me Teach My Kids a Lesson They’ll Remember Forever

When he stood to leave, he paused at the door.
“I’ll come back tomorrow,” he said.

People make promises all the time.
I didn’t expect him to keep it.

But he did.

THE SECOND DAY

Marcus returned at the exact same hour, carrying a large cup of steaming coffee.

“Thought you might like this,” he said.

I hadn’t tasted real coffee in months. The hospice served instant packets that tasted like burnt cardboard diluted in warm dishwater. What Marcus brought me was the real thing — strong, fragrant, rich.

He stayed for an hour.
Then two.
Then three.

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