Walking to Montreal

Walking to Montreal lt was Mother's Day. My uncle's restaurant was VERY busy. It seemed that every family took their mother out to eat that day. My uncle called me from the restaurant. " Henry, people are lining up outside, " he said. " Can you come to help out?” “ Sure! ” I stopped playing my computer game and went to the restaurant with my brother. All we had to do was bring food and water to the tables and take the dirty dishes away when the customers were finished eating.

The chefs and their helpers worked like crazy. The kitchen manager called out the orders. The kitchen helpers ran to get things in place. The chefs worked like magic, turning meats and vegetables into delicious food in just minutes. I don't remember how many times I brought things in and out through that kitchen door. I just remember that at the end of the day, my legs were very sore. l was really tired. The next day, I told my friends, " It felt like I walked all the way from Ottawa to Montreal. "