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My Experience In A Restaurant

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Looking back, I can still recall the countless days that I spent in my family's restaurant. For twelve hours every single day of the week, I spent the majority of my time alone at a corner table. My mom was always occupied with leading the stream of faces, pouring through the doors, to their tables and attending to their needs. On the other hand, my dad would be busy operating the large woks, rounded cooking pans, over scorching red flames in order to keep the food trays in front of the kitchen doors filled. Even though my parents were always around me, I had to spend most of my time by myself. I would spend the dull lengthy periods I had doodling on menus, building with Legos and crafting action figures out of eating utensils and rubber bands. Although I came up with many activities to shorten the long days, my constantly changing thirst for entertainment could not be quenched. I remembered one day; I ran into the back of the restaurant to complain to my dad. I told him that the parents of other kids have jobs as well, yet they still spend time with their kids. and, it was not fair for me to have my parents to say that they were too busy to see my drawings and praise my creations. Fatigued and sweaty, my dad briefly stepped back from the heat of the woks and said, " make use of the opportunities that you have now so that you won't regret it in the future". Not surprisingly, I was a dumb little kid and I stormed out of the kitchen with clenched fists, teary eyes, red face

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