Experience in a Restaurant by Prakruti Patel

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Experience in a Restaurant

"May I please take your order sir?" I asked.
"yes."

It took him more than five minutes to decide what he wanted to eat. And the lady who was with him just stared at the table. I thought that was really unusual. So I just went ahead and asked her……

"um…. Ma’m why are you staring at the table? Is there something on it?" I asked.
" huh…. Pardon me? I didn’t hear what you were saying.
" I asked why are you starring at the table? Is there something on it?" I asked again.
"no, there’s nothing wrong with table." She replied.

When looked at her eyes, I saw the fear. She was afraid of something or someone. Then I looked at the man that she had came with. He had a mean look on his face. Then suddenly she started crying. I took her to the rest room.

In there I asked here why she was crying. At first she wouldn’t tell me why. Then I asked her if it was that the man that made her cry and put the fear in her eyes.

"He beats me every night. Since Christmas is coming we are going to my parents house, my whole family will be there. And if they all find out about him beating me every night they are going to make me run away."

– Prakruti Patel
December 1999

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