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SpeakeasiesTiana yawned. It was the middle of her second shift and she was exhausted as usual.
"Excuse me; can I get a napkin, please?"
"Miss! Where are my eggs?"
The sounds were endless and eventually blended together in a low key murmur. Her tired feet carried her where she needed to go.
As she was bussing an empty table, she heard the bell over the entrance door ring. Tiana looked over with tired eyes to see a trio of her friends.
'Oh great, I'm to beat to talk right now.' She thought.
"Hey Tiana!" Georgia called.
"Hi Georgia, Ruth, Henry." she addressed while setting a plate of flapjacks on her customers table. "How ya'll doin' today?"
"Oh, just fine. Listen, we were gonna go dancin' tomorrow night and we've already decided that your coming with us" replied Georgia.
'They sound like broken records.' She thought bitterly.
"Sorry, I have to work, maybe some other time."
"Oh no you don't!" the chef cried.
"No sir-y, not buts, you're taking a break. I see more of you everyday
Tradizioni di FamigliaFinalmente era arrivato il Natale.
Tiana adorava quella stagione, quando la musica era festosa e le persone allegre. Non le importava neanche di fare doppi turni fintantoché sentiva i cori dall'esterno e vedeva i visi felici nel ristorante.
'Presto avremo il nostro locale, papà, vedrai,' pensava tra sé e sé mentre serviva i tavoli. Era un pensiero che l'aveva sempre fatta sorridere.
Era più dura per lei in questo periodo dell'anno; suo padre le mancava davvero tanto.
Quand'era una bambina e suo padre era vivo, la sua famiglia aveva una meravigliosa tradizione natalizia.
Ogni anno, quando il padre di Tiana tornava a casa dal suo doppio o triplo turno, l'intera famiglia si metteva a fare dei deliziosi bignè. Suo padre riempiva la loro padella migliore d'olio e Tiana faceva la pastella.
"Ora ricordati, tesoro, ci sono due regole importanti per fare i bignè. La prima è fare sempre attenzione all'olio caldo. Brucia moltissimo se ti schizza addosso. E
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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