~Five years later ~
The afternoon sun lit up the old restaurant as I swiftly travelled between tables, taking orders and bringing out food. It was a pretty normal Saturday afternoon, with only a few tables seated in the place. Many were older couples and regulars who I had developed a report with. Oliver sat in the corner of the restaurant at a single table practicing his alphabet as he waited for me to get off of work. Above him was a sign he received from his last birthday that read “Oliver’s office.”
I smiled as I remembered back to the day of his birthday, we decorated the entire restaurant for him and all of the restaurant regulars came with gifts and well wishes for the birthday boy. His smile looked so much like Ashton’s that it caused my heart to ache on more vulnerable days.
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