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you for following your heart instead of what will make you the most money.” He scratches his head looking around. “Let’s see what we can get done before breakfast.”
     
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    I managed to perform every task that Jackson put on the list without any trouble. I’m proud of myself for being able to do all those things my parents never trusted me to do on my own. My mother was and is a hands-on kind of person, and she would rather do something herself than let someone else take the reins.
    And my father—well, being the kind of man that he is--he likes order. He has goals and plans for me that tend to give me a headache. My parents are important people in their professions. My mother is a child psychologist. She believes she understands me. She also believes that the world is a very screwed up place and my entire life was so tightly sealed into what she wanted. I barely had room to enjoy myself.
    My father has held the same job since before I was born. He’s a pilot. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He believes men are meant to work hard. He also believes that his children should have the same view when it comes to work. I don’t deny that my father is a well-rounded man. He’s seen a lot in his life, and he’s been all over the world. He just doesn’t get me.
    And our relationship always seems to revolve around him trying to control me, or me being angry because he won’t leave me alone.
     
    I tug my hairnet back down on my forehead and smile at the next person in line for pancakes. “Enjoy.”
    I notice the man’s hands are shaking as he takes the plate. And I’m worried he won’t be able to make it to the table with his food.
    “Let me help you to the table,” I tell him. He’s old with a long gray wisp of hair peeking out underneath his skull cap. His dirty fingertips poke out of the end of his gloves.
    I lead him to the table and set his plate down and pull out his chair. When he sits, I go back to the table and grab two orange juice containers, hoping it will help calm his shaking.
    “I grabbed you some juice. I hope you don’t mind.” I set the juices next to his plate.
    He grabs my hand. “You remind me of someone.”
    I tilt my head so he can get a better look. “Now, who would that be?”
    “I would never forget those brown eyes.” He stabs at his pancakes. “My daughter had the same ones.”
    I furrow my brow. “I guess we all have that one person we look like.” I force a smile, but he keeps looking at me.
    “The same nose. The same brown hair.” He points at me. “Even that same look you’re giving me right now.”
    Jackson comes to my rescue. “I see you met my loyal customer, Lee.”
    I nod, pasting on a smile. “I did.”
    Jackson takes me by the elbow and leads me away from the table. “Lee’s quite the character. He’s an alcoholic with a lot of colorful stories.”
    I start rolling more silverware. “Thanks for rescuing me.”
    “No problem. You’re doing a great job, by the way.”
    I shake my head. “It’s not like I’m performing brain surgery.”
    “No, but I usually have a resignation by noon, and you’re still going strong.” He smirks. “So, tell me about yourself.”
    “There’s not a whole lot to tell.” I hand over the silverware. ”What would you like to know?”
    “What do you like to do for fun?”
    I scrunch my nose thinking about the fun in my life. “I used to play tennis; still do, sometimes. Now that I am not in college I have a feeling I will be playing a lot more.”
    “Do you have a boyfriend?”
    I shake my head. “No boyfriend. What about you?”
    “No boyfriend either.”
    I smile. He smiles back.
    And then I say, “Well, there is…sort of…someone.”
    “Sort of?”
    I nod. “It’s complicated. But I don’t want to be dishonest. I don’t like head games, and I hate liars. So I try not to be one myself.”
    “That’s a good way to be.” He hands over a plate to one of the women in line. “It’s hard to