The Old Coat in the Glass Case

In our town museum, there is a small glass case near the stairs.

Inside it lies a brown coat with three buttons missing.

Most visitors walk past it without stopping.

But my grandmother always stops there and smiles.

She says the coat belonged to her father, who worked at the old train station.

One cold night, he gave it to a lost child and walked home in the rain.

The child never came back, but the coat stayed in our family.

Last year, we gave it to the museum.

Now the coat is not just ours.

It helps the whole town remember a kind man.