Weeks have come and gone. With me doing the same routine school, work, and home to an empty house. My parent where home for 2 days last week. It's now December 1, Christmas is 24 days away. I guess it will be spent alone again this year. My parents did not say anything to me about being home.
Mr. Ramirez had been to the diner at least once a week and it was a nice change on those days. I was able to laugh and enjoy his company. When we talked is was the normal conversations, like favorite food, music, friends, and family. I did find out that he had a nightmare of a past. His family died in a house fire when he was away at college and I truly felt sorry for him. He likes mostly Spanish music but could listen to anything. When it came to food, he said "I'm a guy as long as it's good food it
