With what seems an eternity, just the many countless dishes to wash, He calmly walks out from the pit of washings, finally, to a many more customers seeking their food made well, with a smile. He did no less than everything required of an employee, or even more considering he took the garbage out to what He called 'disneyland' and had occasionally cleaned 'disneyland' too; an act he refers many time as 'diving'.

With just so much, He indeed was the very epitome of a multi-tasker. Though He wasn't the best at what He did, He did it all with a smile, or was it more like a grin on He's face, or just a structure on He's face that articulates a simple joyous feeling. It was a never ending tale, with the dishes mounting majestically as He quickly rinses each off, just tryin to make sure it wouldn't become the next tallest moving structure in competition to that great tower of Pisa.

After all was done, and the dishes all back gleaming to its supposed reflections, He came out with a smile, only to be interrupted to emptying the rubbish bins around the cafe. No less, He did it all with a big grin.

Every minute spent at the cafe felt like eternity, and with the hours slowly passing by, He had much to worry as more came to rendezvous over a meal. He knew, with more coming in, it was also more dishes to clean, but that didn't stop one bit of him joyously welcoming them in. He did it all with a smile.

The sun sets, and it was He's cue that the day is ending. He quickly cleans the last of the dishes, as He goes on to sweep and later mops the floor. With a smile, He tugs He's rough hands into He's pockets; exhales He's longest breath of the day, and just appreciates the silence of the cafe. For Him, it was another resourceful day, though it was the routine of He's everyday.

He was nothing more than a foreign worker in our local land. But, something uniquely special about Him was the fact that He, himself was the owner of the cafe. He, that was previously once, a very long time ago, an immigrant to our soil as a kitchen helper earning minimum wages had a dream of owning a cafe.

With a smile on He's face, He locks the doors to He's cafe, and walks away slowly. To him, though the circumstances were now all different, He was still the same person He was from the beginning; and that was why He smiled.