I was washing glasses when he sat down at the bar.
When I walked in that day, he told me he had to "speak at me" later and I just nodded in confusion. Guess it was time...
He's only been my manager for six months, but I guess our late night talks and my baking skills have scored me a place in his eyes that warrants a brother-like protection and constant concern over my well-being.
Reaching the end, of what felt like an end-less Summer, I guess the dust has settled and he's realizing that my short-term contract is unofficially expiring.
He started by telling me that he knows I don't have family in New Jersey, but that that has changed. He assured me that I now have, and will always have a place that will welcome me any day, and a family that will treat me as my own.
He said he hopes that his little sister grows up to be a quarter as cool as I am, and I laughed in nervousness. His fIattery continued, but I just stared at the water in the sink. . . I couldn't make eye contact with him because of the tears in my eyes.
He told me how proud he is of me, and all that I have over-come, and managed to accomplish in spite of. I shrugged my shoulders, only to catch his glare of oh-so-seriousness. I laughed, and then nodded and returned my best serious face I could put on.
I thanked him. and then I thanked him again. I told him he carried me through a really difficult transition, and he assured me that it was his absolute pleasure.
I'm still in awe.
Thank you Kharma.
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