The Twelve-Year-Old Waiter
Or The Price Of Childhood
My first job was at my aunt’s newly opened restaurant when I was twelve. I worked for about four hours a day since the restaurant was only open for lunch. But that was torture for me! I’ll explain.
First of all, I was twelve! TWELVE! I was a child at the height of my childhood! I wanted to PLAY in the afternoon, not leave school and work! Unfortunately, my mother thought it was an excellent idea for me to start my professional life at that age, and there I went. Not so happy, I must point out.