Confessions on interactions between customers and waiters.
My parents have been divorced for 10 years. But every July they drive to the cemetery where my older sister is buried and walk hand in hand to her grave. No one else joins them.
Someone posted a whisper, which reads "My Husband used to be the bad boy. He got into a lot of bad habits in college, and they nearly killed him. Now I'm sitting, watching him sing the alphabet song to our baby boy. Bad guys can turn good.