My eyes were wondering around, watching the customer's deeds. Some of them were chatting chirpily with their companies while the other half was typing on their laptop, probably finishing their assignments. I heaved out a sigh as my mind started to fly somewhere else.
I imagined myself with a scars-and-cuts-free body, laughing out-loud at the jokes my friend just told mind is finally free from suicidal and damaging thoughts. I wonder if I would ever have a life like that. A chime of a bell pulled me out of my headspace. The bell indicated a new customer had just arrived at the cafe. I put on a smile and tugged on my caps to low it down so that my bruises would go unnoticed by the customer. My hand instantly snatched the palm-sized book that is solely used for writing down the customer's order on the countertop.
" What would you like to order? " I asked, taking her attention off her phone.
" Iced latte and a slice blueberry cheesecake, please. "She replied as I jotted down her order on the notes.
I muttered a quick thank you to her before passing up the order to Noah, my co-worker. I glanced at the clock on the wall. The clock indicated 08:55 p.m., meaning my shift would be over in just 5 minutes. I looked around the cafe, taking note of how the place was not so busy anymore before deciding to ask Noah,
" Hey, do you mind if I get off early today? "
" Sure, go ahead. I think I can handle this much. " Noah said, chuckling. I nodded and thanked him. I slung my backpack on my shoulder as I walked out of the cafe.
On my way home, I stopped by the park. The park that had been a witness to my mom's death. I sat on the bench nearby, eyes were observing the family that was happily running around. Tears started to pour out of my eyes. I shutted my eyes as I reminisced the rotten memory of the fated evening.
I was 7 at the time...........
