My father has a son

Baby steps,a common phrase used my many to imply that success requires patience.But deep down I knew that I was done being patient .Well, I had waited for this day for nineteen years,for this reason I considered myself the most patient being.

I stood at the door of my house, dressed in my blue silk dress that highlighted some features to imply woman hood.My black stilleto heels that pulled my height a few inches long.I let my hair fall past my shoulders,neatly kempt with the edges a little bit highlighted.I wore a white cloak to cover all the scars that reminded me of my father.

Unfortunately, I had no idea where the coffee shop was.A man in a navy blue suit inside a rented surbarban seemed to notice the expression on my face when he asked me"Are you lost?"

"Well,yes actually. I'm trying to find my way to the coffee shop,"hesitantly I replied."It's just a few blocks from here then turn left. The aroma of the fresh flowery coffee beans will definitely guide you ". Before I could even say thankyou the man had already drove off.I tried to quicken my steps to make sure that I wasn't late for the interview, but nature had other plans.

Beautiful features caught my eye and made my feet drag as I appreciated the beauty nature had portrayed.

The man was not wrong, aroma would directly lead you to the coffee shop.I took a left turn and written in bold,was a poster that read,"CASIN COFFEE SHOP".

One would definitely feel the need to quench the morning blues and brighten up the day on setting eyes on the poster.As I let my myself into the shop,my mouth was left agape.

The Hawaiian theme that was portrayed by the owner was magnificent.At the door step, a man dressed in a spotless white suit handed a doughnut to me.His smile,for a minute there made me forget of my nineteen years of slavery.The spacious room was full of leather seats that felt warm and durable. The smell of hides of cattle signified the originality of the dark brown leather seats . The chairs which were about 15-17 inches width and 16-18 inches depth with a table in between every four chairs and a rose to bring about some ambience in the room.A decorative light in the middle of the room that hang from the ceiling, specifically old-fashioned crystal rock. Yes indeed, the owner had exquisite taste.

As I walked nearer to the counter, I could already taste the saltines of the high quality coffee.The flowery,nutty and smokey smell of the different types of coffee would quickly awaken one from death."Thank the Heavens my father never entered this room,"I said to myself."Good morning, what would you like to order?"a woman behind the counter asked .She was dressed in a barista's suit that was cut short by the mustard apron that was tightly fixed on her waist.Before I could answer I noticed that every one behind the counter was dressed in a similar way.

"Thank you, but I'm actually looking for Mr.Raphael . He wanted to see me about some job interview."I said."Mr.Raphael someone's here to see you,"she shouted.

A man that seemed nondescript, opulent and happy at the same time walked from the back of the room. Indeed, that was he.

"Hello,this lady will show you how everything is done around here. I have no time to give you an interview .Just don't screw things up,"Mr.Raphael spoke as he left the room in a hurry."I'm Veronica, what's your name?"she asked."Anastasia"

"Do you have a second name Anastasia?"

Hesitantly, I replied, not knowing whether to lie or tell the truth of who I really was,"No, just Anastasia."

"Okay just Anastasia, here's your barista uniform.Welcome to the Casin Coffee shop. You just brought hell upon yourself."From the piercing shriek that Veronica let out I could not tell whether or not she was serious."Jesus,what have I gotten myself into." Veronica then explained to me how Raphael treated his employees. After hearing the story my first instinct was to run away and never look back .We all know I really needed a job.Would I be a fool if I quit a job that takes no interview to be accepted?

I decided to stay and face the cunning tongue of my employer than just run away

simply because I was told a story. The day went quite well . Raphael was not around,the other employees were friendly and I didn't do much since I was under orientation.After our shift, Veronica decided to walk home with me as she claimed to live just nearby. After a few minutes walk,we bid each other goodbye.I was left alone in thoughts wondering if I had taken myself back to the man that raised me.If so,then it couldn't be wrong to say that my father had left his descendants roaming in the streets."Oh Lord, I'm I really going to escape this man's nature?"quietly, I asked myself.