Whitney Norrbom

A Generous Gift

Larissa closed her car door and began walking toward the restaurant. She had her apron in one hand while the other held her little black notebook used for taking customer’s orders. She padded her top pocket to make sure she had her favorite gel, fine ink pens. Phew! And of course, sported her four pieces of flair on her shirt as part as her uniform. She made her way to the back door, and strolled over to the computer to log in, smiling with her eyes and nodding to her fellow coworkers. She punched in her code and looked at the clock. “One shift closer to paying off my student loans,” she said softly under her breath as she greeted her first table.