"Order at table four!" Calls out


    manager Emi from behind the


    the bar.


    As I walk over to Emi, she


    wears a stern expression,


    having gray short hair and


    purple eyes.


    I take the tray away from


    her hands, smiling rather


    kindly and she returns


    the smile back.


    Business is relatively slow


    today, yet here at Cafe


    Dream we always get


    customers.


    Speaking of customers,


    the person at table four


    has ordered chocolate


    pancakes with scramble


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    eggs and bacon.


    And their drink choice was


    plain milk.


    While working here, I''ve


    come to realize that


    whatever we order


    is a reflection of


    who we are.


    A cliche saying is, "That we


    are what we eat."


    This is very true while viewing


    this saying more deeply.


    We are what we consume,


    that goes for not only food


    but for information we


    soak up like a sponge


    daily.


    Everything we view with


    our eyes and the things


    we allow to influence us


    might save or cast us


    into ruin.


    "Here is your order." I simply


    say to the customer who


    looks distraught.


    She''s nicely dressed


    in her school uniform,


    having black pigtails


    with a right side bang


    and focused red eyes.


    She''s staring down


    at her sheet of


    homework


    problems.


    From where I stand,


    I can see math


    problems.