Rain On Me

I check the time on my phone. It's 6:30 pm. Once the last customer has finished eating, I thank them for stopping by and flip the open sign to close. The work day was finally over. Having to run a business by yourself is never fun. The only reason my father wasn't here to help me is because he's getting too old to run a cafe.He officially retired about a year ago. I was glad he was finally getting a break, because now he can focus on himself. He puts others before him, spending more time worrying about others and less time on himself. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but it's drained him over the years. Which is why I refuse to ask for his help with anything. Because knowing my father, he would try and work another ten years and end up burning himself out completely.Marcus is sitting at the counter with the same cup of coffee in his hand. "Hindi mo pa rin ubos yan? It's got to be cold by now. Akin na, hubugasan ko." I reach out to take it from him so I can reheat it, but he shakes

Plopping down on the couch, I let out a sigh. My dad tears his eyes away from the sports channel on TV and looks over at me. "How was dinner with the Fierdo's?"My dad and Giovanni Fierdo have been best friends long before Marcus and I met. They practically grew up together, but unfortunately grew apart after high school. While my dad was attending college, Giovanni Fierdo was training to become the next Mafia leader.Hanggang sa nagkita ulit sila three years ago. My father was the happiest I had ever seen him since my mother's passing. She had died of stage four Ovarian Cancer when I was seven years old. I don't talk about it much, because I only want to keep the good memories of her.Which is why I spend so much time at the cafe. I don't want to go through the pain of losing anyone else. I don't know how my dad does it, especially having lost the love of his life and best friend before the age of sixty."Dinner was good...dumating si Niccolo." I decided to leave out the conversation