My Last Day At Work

This Sunday, ecerything was like i spected to be... Like i wanted to happen.

I started my turn as a cashier, smiling all the time, askng for people abut what did they wanted to eat, what did they want to donate and if they wanted to eat more for more money.
I asked for the meals that are made in the kitchen at the moment, and i ordered the things that were needed to be fried at the moment, too. I cleaned up trys over and over. I gived the cash back (if there was) and i ate my lunch at the breack.

But i also smiled more. I seemed happy. Because i was happy. Because it was my last day and i lived it as the best of all... I did it all the best i could do it, and when someone of my colleages had to go, i said goodbye ti him/her and huggued him/her. Not because i was leaving... Just because it was a good day.

Everything set, i wrote a message and put it in the message board. After that, a leaved and looked at the mall for a last time. It was cold, but i felt warm ion the inside. I wasn't a person who went to the mall and buys stuff. No, i was a street-market guy. But this month, i went so many times at the mall. Maybe more than in my entire life. So now i won't see the mall as i saw it before. Now, it's more human to me...

... Because i know there are humans in there.