My parents told everyone I was a waitress, for nin…

not a comparison to Nadine.

You can visit. You can eat here. You can tell the Hendersons.

I do not care anymore. I pointed to the apron on the wall. But that stays because that apron is worth more to me than anything you ever celebrated Nadine for.

It means I built this with my hands. My hands. Not an LLC, not a business card.

These hands. I held them continue reading …