The veteran in the café noticed the tattoo on the young waitress’s arm: the man was horrified when he remembered where he had seen that tattoo before

The veteran in the café noticed the tattoo on the young waitress’s arm: the man was horrified when he remembered where he had seen that tattoo before 

In the morning, the café smelled of freshly brewed coffee and slightly burnt toast. Lili moved between the tables with her tray. She had already been working as a waitress in this café for three years.

She was a modest girl, living on the outskirts of the city and taking care of her sick mother.

— “Hey, Lili! — a customer’s voice broke the silence. — Don’t burn my hand with your coffee!”

The whole group burst into laughter, but Lili simply poured the coffee with a steady hand and went on to another table.

That day, in the corner by the window, sat a man in camouflage uniform, with gray hair — a veteran. He sipped his coffee slowly, lost in thought. His eyes followed Lili constantly.

When the waitress bent down to pick up a dirty napkin, a long black tattoo appeared from under her sleeve: a black falcon clutching a medical cross.

The veteran froze. The cup stopped halfway to his lips. He knew that symbol.

Suddenly he stood up, grabbed her wrist, and pulled up the sleeve.

— Where did you get that tattoo?

Lili grew nervous but tried to hide her confusion behind a smile.

— Oh… I saw a nice picture on the internet and decided to get it inked…

— Don’t lie! — the veteran’s voice became firm. — I know exactly what that tattoo means. 

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— That tattoo was worn only by members of a single special unit. And I know the man who wore it before you…

He looked straight into her eyes, and Lili realized that running was pointless.

— This tattoo belonged to my father, — she whispered, struggling to hold back her tears. — He died when I was five. My mother never told me much about him. I had it done in memory of him…

The veteran slowly leaned back in his chair. His hands were trembling.

— Your father… was my commander. We were on a special mission. He saved my life. I was the only one who came back. I never knew he had a daughter.

The café fell silent. Lili lowered her eyes, and the veteran, still holding her wrist, said in a steady voice:

— You must not hide your tattoo. It’s not just a picture. It’s a symbol of who your father was and what he left behind. You are his memory, Lili. And you are his most important legacy.