“I use to work here.” He said as he pulled up to the drive through window. His six year-old daughter sat in the back seat, her face lit up like a mid-summer carnival.
“Really?” she said gleefully, her smile ear-to-ear.
“Yep. You think that’s cool?”
“Super cool.” She said as he watched her smile in the rear-view mirror.
It was in that moment, in that smile, in that youthful innocence, that he finally realized that no matter what mistakes he had made that lead him to this place, his daughter’s smile somehow seemed to make them all right.
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