SIX YEARS LATER...
KENNEDY
"TWO filet mignon and one bottle of chardonnay for table 8," I told the kitchen as I gave them the order slip.
"We're heading a drink later. Are you coming, Kennedy?" Gerald asked while he's flipping and tossing the food that he's preparing.
"No, I can't," I replied with a chuckle. "I have two mouths to feed, and I need to get home after my shift. Besides, I don't have a babysitter."
My children were my top priority, and my day revolved around them. I had given up my passion for painting and instead took on a regular job to provide for them. With the help of my friends, I was able to make ends meet and ensure that my children were well taken care of.
"Oh, right," Gerald said, as he remembered my situation. "How are the kids doing? They're turning six this
