Jonathan

Wiping off the beads of sweat from my face with my handkerchief, I move to the back door kitchen to prepare another set of chicken wings order.

For some reason, the restaurant was highly packed up today. Must be my lucky day.

"Dad! Dad! Dad!" Alena's voice excitedly called out as she runs into the back door kitchen; joining me with a magazine in her hands.

"You're back from school early"

"Early? Pft, it's 5pm already"

What?. I checked the time on my phone and indeed Alena was right. The restaurant had been so busy that I didn't notice how quickly time passed by.

It was then I'd noticed...