One More Time

Homecoming

67 year old man, sitting here in his library, looking through all these fragments of his life. Thinking whether did he had a good one. I then saw a picture of me and Juliette, in my old black mercedes.

I remember bright light from the sun shinning to my shades trying its best to penetrate it. Yellow leaves falling from the trees as we drove our way through the country side. I remember the sound of birds chirping accompanied with the beautiful melody that my love sings. I was certainly upset with the thought that I'll never see Lamar again. I know he has done a lot for me. He is the reason why I'm here today. However, life must go on.

It was the autumn of my 45th year on this wild, chaotic circus we call earth. And after seeing my father at the cemetary, I do have the feeling of regret for leaving him alone in that old house. I was told he died of an accident, 2 months after I left. Although he wasn't really there for me, but he is still my father. Through these feelings of sorrowness and misery, I heard the whisper of an angel, telling me although I feel useless and dead-like, I am still the most important thing that has ever happened to her. She told me there wasn't a second that I wasn't in her mind making her feel all sort of happiness. I kissed her at the bay with the sunset shine behind us, hoping this moment will last an eternity.

The next morning I was on a flight back to Paris. Everyone was talking about it. I was all over the news.
"The one and only Mr. Walker, will be making his comeback in the world of culinary!"
"Everyone is excited for what he has up his sleeve!"
As I arrived in Paris with my beautiful wife. I decided that it is time I open up my own restaurant. We had a lot of preparations to do. The design of it. The theme. I needed to find myself the best chefs. I guess being back in LA reminded me of my purpose in this world. My dreams in the culinary world.

"ses beaux yeux" is the name of my new restaurant. It simply means "her beautiful eyes" which is about Juliette's. This world is all dark and gloomy filled with vermins of the world disguised as humans. Despite all the negativity around, Juliette made me feel like I'm always in a paradise, her paradise. She completes me.

"Bonjour à tous!". "Bonjour Chef!". It was the first day. The begining of a new adventure. The start of a new story. People were queing up just to get in my new restaurant. People, with the faces of hunger and excitement. On our first day, the restaurant was full all the way till midnight. When a table clears, new people comes in. And when they're done, new sets of people comes in. All the way until midnight. When people finally leave for the night. The next morning, as we expected, the restaurant wasn't even open yet, but there were people queing up already. Again, there were no empty seats at all the whole day. It certainly drove attention. Soon critics will show up. And hopefully not long after that the michelin reviewers will come.

"The big man, Max Walker makes a comeback after disapearing for a few months after receiving his 2nd star! What a comeback this serious, strict, gentleman has made, with the opening of his new restaurant, he will certainly be a new big thing in this world of fine art."
To be honest, what they describe me as in the magazines are totally opposite of what I am. Especially when I'm home with Juliette. She has that power over me that makes me weak everytime she is around. She believes me just as much as Lamar used to. With the new restaurant being a big hit. Only time will tell when the michelin reviewers will show up at the doorstep. With all that is going on, I now need Juliette more than ever. I need her to be by my side, pushing me to greatness. Again, I can't imagine my life without her. (Yes trust me, she's here with me in my 60s).
I just hope that Lamar is proud of me and the man I have become.