I ran out of the apartment building and ran to the restaurant I worked at. I ran in and told Mary everything that just happened.

“You are so much like my husband.” She said.

That jogged my memory, I remembered that picture on her desk….

“You mean the guy in the picture?” I asked excitedly.
“Yeah, with my daughter.”
“She’s cute.”
“Thanks. I wish you could meet them.”
“Why not?”
“My husband died of cancer.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I have to take care of my daughter now.”
“You know what?”
“I’ll have a quick meal and I’ll work some extra work.”
“Thank you so much.”

All of the work I had to do, scrub pots, wait on tons of people, entertain some of the other waitresses…

All of the work I did didn’t bother me. It took no energy at all.

When I finally stopped, I looked at the clock. It was almost 7PM.

I went to Mary.

“I’m checking out, Mary.” I said.
“Thanks so much you’ve been I huge help.”

She gave me a check

$200

“That should be enough for you to get home.” She said.
“Thanks!!”

I hugged her and left.