You ordered large fruit punches all around.
The kids were so happy.
You asked about our adobo pizza,
said the kids were interested,
I told you you wouldn't regret it.
The little one asked for a mini adobo fried rice omelette.
You said whatever she wants.
I asked if anyone wanted anything else.
The big kid wanted the lechon sisig cheese fries.
You said before anything else,
what was my total at.
I told you about $34.
You politely said no,
that would be it.
I noticed the two $20s you had crumpled
in your hand.
My father, raised me and my brother pretty much by himself
and even though we struggled,
he always made sure we ate.
I lost him last year.
Now I don't know
if these kids' mother was not in the picture,
or just at work or something,
but it was just so nice to see a father being good to his kids.
I wish I could have given you those lechon sisig cheese fries.
But all I could do
was keep those fruit punches coming to your kids,
who were chugging them down enthusiastically,
but being so polite.
I wanted to just take those fruit punches off your tab;
I would have paid for them myself
(I wouldn't steal from work)
but the owner was right there.
I then wanted to give you big jumbo cups to go
so your kids could take home all the fruit punch they wanted
(something we offer to those who ask,)
but I was rushed to cash you out.
All I could do was give you the best service I could,
despite it being busy
and other customers being demanding,
and say, "Happy Early Father's day"
when I cashed you out.
I hope that was enough to show you
how much just you and your three kids' presence made my day.
But the look in your eye when you said,
"Thank you, I really appreciate it,"
told me that you sincerely did.