Getting into the little Italian restaurant, I used to visit many years ago, brought back memories.
I was happy to be back.
When the waitress came to take my order, I couldn’t help making conversation, so I told her I was going to tell her a tiny little secret.
She was so curious. It was adorable.
“I haven’t been here in 5 years” I confessed “ssshhhh…keep the secret” I cheekily asked her.
“Of course, I’ll keep your secret” she said, and I could see the sparkle of delightful complicity in her eyes.
She brought my food and this time I confess my age.
“I am 38 years old. How old are you?” I asked her.
“I am 19” she innocently replied
“Wow, I am twice your age” I said
We both laughed.
And I couldn’t but to think of myself at 19 years old. And I wished there was a time machine, so I could travel in time and tell the “19 years old” me that in 19 years time, she will be okay.
Everything will be just fine
That some of the things we feared the most, never happened. Some happened, but we knew how to deal with those terrible oracles. And some other things that we never imagined happening happened. Some were great, some were good, and some were terrible.
But that we will be fine. Because one way or another, we would always find out way back.
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