Watching our son, once again behind a McDonald's counter, working, doing his best to become a manager and run his own store.
Tall, handsome, extremely smart, waiting on customers with a tactful art.
Smiling, respectful, treating everyone the same while making each customer feel special.
Giving directions, cleaning, cooking, taking orders, all done with meticulous sincerity, as he steps on the runway, taking off into his new future.
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