The happiest place in town!

Hello there! Welcome to the most wonderful, family friendly restaurant in town - The Joum Para. A place everyone in our lovely little town knows and has visited at least once. I mean, they're bound to given as long as we live, right?

Anyway, I'm Julia. And I own this place. This diner was passed down to me by my mother, who had inherited from her father. Mom had been running this place ever since the beginning of the First World War, until just about two years ago when she passed the torch to me. I guess she just wanted to do something different.

I'm quite familiar with our staff, as they too have worked here for decades. In some cases, even longer.

Some of our regulars start pouring in for breakfast. The Thompson family are the first to arrive. I've always had such admiration for them. Such good upstanding people they are. Mark and Sheila Thompson have four children together, including the adorable triplets who were born just a few months ago.

I remember when Sheila announced her pregnancy. My mom was still here at the time and was so happy to know that Sheila and Mark would have not one but three bundles of joy. She always made sure Sheila had exactly what she needed, even if she had to chase it down with a chainsaw. That's the kind of dedication that builds customer loyalty.

Then there was the Thompsons's four year old daughter, Susan. A precious young thing happily drawing in her sketch book. I leaned over to admire her work and complimented her on drawing such a darling degloving scene. And I meant every word. The details on the drawing were astounding. Such a talented little artist!

The family ordered the usual as their beloved dog played outside. Hector did love playing tug of war. However, when Sheila called to him, he let go of the tentacle and came in. We have always allowed people to bring their pets along. Especially the ones as pampered and adored as old Hector. He had been in the Thompson family for three generations.


Then walked in Theo, a promising young musician. He put his instruments down on the floor next to his table and ordered coffee and cheese sandwiches. He always made sure his musical instruments didn't get in other people's way. Though sometimes, they did try to crawl away. But Theo was always able to get them to heel.

Then came in George, the town's handy man. As he had his breakfast, he told me as soon as he was done, he would take care of our basement door. All it needed was a coat of paint to conceal the scratch marks on it.


Lydia, one of our waitresses, deftly carried people's orders to them. She's such a pro! Balancing cups of coffee in one hand, a plate full of sandwiches in the other and a pie in another. Bless her!

While waiting for their order, the Thompsons's triplets began to cry. As evidenced by the crack that appeared in one of our windows. The poor babies must have been starving! Sheila said she needed to breastfeed them, so I directed her to the little room we have right next to our kitchen. It was meant for moms who needed a little privacy. I told her to make herself comfortable as she nursed her triplets simultaneously.

Meanwhile, Mr Crane arrived and as usual, he was in a hurry. Late for work again. We know exactly what he wants and throw his order out the door. He catches it with expert precision, on his way up.


When their order finally arrived, little Susan was done with her drawing. I offered to hang it on one of our walls, but unfortunately all our walls were filled with pictures drawn by the town's children. So Susan, smart little thing that she is, simply reached up to the ceiling and pasted her drawing there. It looked so good up there! Even my grumpy old great grandpa didn't seem to mind it being next to his frame.

If there's one thing all of us in this town can agree on, it's that budding young talent needs to be encouraged.


Anyway, I should get back to work now. Please do watch your step on your way out. Because we take no responsibility for any organs you may lose in the drains. Have a nice day!