We simply couldn’t close the diner. It was our livelihood, our legacy, the thing that held us all together. If we were forced to close, I feared it would kill my father, pure and simple. If we closed the diner, I would be breaking my deathbed promise to my mother. Yet deep down I had a terrible feeling that this letter might actually be what finally sank us.
Lolly, you need professional help, mental specialist
