T minus 12 hours

This afternoon, Chef asked me what I was doing this weekend. I reminded him that, tomorrow at noon, I will finally see my best friend, after seven years apart. And my eyes started leaking, and my breathing was suddenly ragged in my chest.

And he, who has been in my country for twenty years now, and who has undoubtedly longed for well loved friends of old since he immigrated, just smiled and said, "I know."