You ordered large fruit punches all around. The kids were so happy. You asked about our adobo pizza, said the kids were interested, I told you you wouldn't regret it. The little one asked for a mini adobo fried rice omelette. You said whatever she wants.

I asked if anyone wanted anything else. The big kid wanted the lechon sisig cheese fries. You said before anything else, what was my total at. I told you you about $34. You politely said no, that would be it. I noticed the two $20s you had crumpled in your hand.

My father, raised me and my brother pretty much by himself and even though we struggled, he always made sure we ate. I lost him last year. Now I don't know if these kids' mother was not in the picture, or just at work or something, but it was just so nice to see a father being good to his kids.

I wish I could have given you those lechon sisig cheese fries. But all I could do was keep those fruit punches coming to your kids, who were chugging them down enthusiastically, but being so polite. I wanted to just take those fruit punches off your tab; I would have paid for them myself (I wouldn't steal from work) but the owner was right there. I then wanted to give you big jumbo cups to go so your kids could take home all the fruit punch they wanted (something we offer to those who ask,) but I was rushed to cash you out.

All I could do was give you the best service I could, despite it being busy and other customers being demanding, and say, "Happy Early Father's day" when I cashed you out. I hope that was enough to show you how much just you and your three angels' presence made my day.

But the look in your eye when you said, "Thank you, I really appreciate it," told me that you sincerely did.