I slip the key in and open the lock opening the rusty gate for around a millionth time. A place I know  in great detail is my second home, La Taqueria. All the tables filled, the mariaches playing out their hearts, Burritos, Tacos, Postres, Micheladas scattered  everywhere. Its been a love and hate relationship working for the past 9 years. From learning the little things like cutting the chicken and beef to learning how to season each thing. The long hours and sweaty nights. The food I eat and The roof over my head It all pays off. Everything’s a routine that slowly turned into habits. I cook, I wash, I scrub, I create so everyone can enjoy. I Make the Mexican sides that people love. The tomatoes, cilantro and onions are sliced into smaller proportions like always. I tear up a stream like always. I add a perfect amount of salt and lime finessing it to make it taste amazing. I rinse the cutting board and knife off cleaning everything. I’m ready for my next task as always. La Taqueria gives a colorful bright feel and a very cultural vibe the bright yellow and bright red painted containing different phrases on each part of the wall. The beautiful sculptures hanging from the ceiling and the amazing art planted on each side of La Taqueria. The beautiful colorful outfits, jewelry and skirts  brought back from Mexico set up on one full wall of La Taqueria. Many different faces that come and go and also many costumers that have come since the beginning. I still can see how much they love the food just by the face they make when they come in. The biggest smile stretching from ear to ear. the big windows facing the street while many people walk by my second home everyday. 
Why does jefferies see people so much outside the window ?
What happened to Mrs. Thorwald ?