A twinge of normalcy
During breaks, I found myself chatting with some patrons. Their stories brought a sense of normalcy, even if just for a moment. Talking about the weather or their favorite meals felt oddly soothing. A couple of times, though, my stomach churned—a subtle reminder of the secret situation I was dealing with. I glanced around, hoping my face didn’t reveal anything. It was just another thing to handle, but an important one.
A Twinge Of Normalcy
Staying composed
Despite everything going on, I maintained my composure and focused on the tasks at hand. Taking orders, delivering plates, and checking on customers kept me busy and distracted. As I wiped down the last table, a sense of empowerment washed over me. It felt good to be useful again, something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. By the end of my shift, I realized I had made it through the day.
Staying Composed
