My dad would be pissed if he saw me at a restaurant, not because he hates it but because he feels I'm lazy and eating out would make me worse than lazy. Lol, this would be his words "no... You can make those at home. You can even make them more healthier and delicious than them. Do it for me B... Let it be your therapy" what a nice therapy lol.
I stayed on the line, placed my order and went ahead to pick a drink of my choice from the fridge. With my food, I picked a seat very close to the window. I brought a book along so I don't stair at people when I eat.
I ate slowly as I read my book, across my table I saw a man eating. He wasn't just eating, he was in pain. I took my eyes off my book to take a good look at him, he raised his head at that instance and smiled.
That was a good thing right? I smiled back but it didn't feel right within me. I went back to my reading and eating but with a divided attention. I think he noticed that I was watching him and so he would smile anytime our eyes met but when he wasn't looking, he was very sad, I know because the smile left immediately he took his eyes back to his table. He finished eating and left.
What was he thinking, I thought. What kind of pain was he feeling that he would let the world know how beautiful he is outside but how ugly it was for him on the inside. I felt sad for him and for myself and then for everyone.
A penny for your thought?
What would it take to know what your thinking right now?
What would it take to make you smile inside and outside?
Would you tell me why your in pain? But even if I know what would I do to help?
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