Tonight at the restaurant, the server smiled and waved as my mom and I were walking up. We had not seen her in over a year. She’s kind of a special person—she isn’t korean but speaks korean to my mom, she memorizes our orders, and works multiple jobs because she’s a hustler. She emits warmth. And is cute. A part of me wanted to inform her of Eddie’s passing, but I didn’t want us to feel sad. Eddie really liked her and that place.
grateful for Irene, surf and turf, my mom, sweet potato, doc Charles, Thursday is the new Friday since 1996, my job, Special people, hot tea, cream puffs, macarons, saving the life of a horsefly, too many little things.
12:54 am.