The Waitress

Seated there, somewhere, on a corner expecting good things to happen. I followed her for a lifetime. I saw her first steps, knew her first thoughts, saw her dancing for the first time, I was here when she first fell in love, I saw her crying for the first time, was here when she discovered anger, I saw her experiencing fear for the first time, I knew her first wish, and I knew what she dreamed about every millisecond of her life. I knew her. She waited for bad things to change into good for herself. She desperately waited for hope, for things to happen, while she sat there thinking about the things she could do to make life easier for herself and others. She waited and waited.

You could think that she was lazy or unbothered by life, but I know how much she cared because I knew her.

Every change in all events felt like death since she felt like dying with no possibility of doing anything. She lived helplessly, just waiting for hope that one day things would change. I saw her struggling with her mental health for the first and I also saw her effortlessly overcoming the burden of it.

I saw her hoping for the best version of herself, where she is everything she ever dreamed of. She was happy. A hardworking woman who conquered her fears has it that it was nothing. Everything felt at ease and natural.

She worked in the morning, evening, and at night. She developed the sense of responsibility that every mother is proud of and wishes for their child. She became the light in the darkness for the lost, and the hope she herself was waiting for. They called her the conqueror who conquered the heart of the fallen.

I was here when her shaking hands became a fist contening the most powerful strength she once shared with the world to help.

One of her wishes was to. She wanted me to see and believe that she could. I saw.. I saw her life and hopes as I saw her waiting and waiting<The Waitress

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