Vv’s 100 word – family

There’s a small table in the front window at my favorite restaurant. My table. Every Saturday I sit there, waiting. Sometimes I’ll stay after they close and help clean up. We laugh and play, but I can’t help but remember why I had come there in the first place. Dad promised he would be there. He always says that. It’s always a lie. But today, as I stayed after closing and gossiped with the staff, I finally figured it out. He’s not my real family. My family works at my favorite restaurant. Today, they handed me their help wanted sign.

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4 Responses
  1. nana says:

    love family that is the REAL family! Great job, peppermist.

  2. I liked the help wanted sign closing — an invitation to home, nice.

  3. Yes, sometimes the family we choose can be stronger than the family we are given. But people always seem to find a way to build their tribe. :)

  4. Tara R. says:

    Some of my friends, many whom met through work, were closer to me than my biological family.

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