And for a minute I hesitated. The temptation was almost unbearable, to leave it all, to walk away. No more trying to mother a teenager who didn’t want me meddling in her life, no more accounts and inventory and ever-diminishing profit margins, no more coming home smelling like Danish meat loaf and red cabbage. No more rising early every morning to make those endless lemon meringue pies. I could just walk away. I could be free.
I thought your goal was to own/run a restaurant since middle school...and you did it so you didn't realize you were living your list? did she ever graduate college and what the fuk did she learn? Not how to run a restuarant or food service that's for sure
