A second famliy

Five thirty in the morning before sunrise, there is not a whisper to be heard. A pin could be dropped and echo throughout the diner. Six o’clock rolls around and the door is finally unlocked. The happiness, when the first person walks in this place, puts a smile on their face to match the waitresses and hostess. The loud laughter and people’s conversations almost make a lovely piece of music, someone could hear for days. A family, is what a person can see and feel. Throughout, the diner is mess, like the food that a cranky baby has flung all over the maroon and neat floor. Though, the tune is still flowing through The Pancake House. The Norman Rockwell collection hanging on the walls, even h...