second last day

today was my second last day in my department.


and i didn’t expect it to feel like this.


not loud.

not dramatic.


just… real.




people started asking me

when my last day was.


not in a casual way—

in that way where they already know

something’s about to change.




some of them kept bringing it up.

again and again.


like they were trying to understand it

without actually saying

what they felt.




one of them looked at me and said,

“do you have to?”


another said

they were gonna miss me.




and these aren’t people

who say things like that often.


that’s how i knew.




i had someone tell me

they believed in me.


not in a surface way—

in a way that felt like

they’d been watching me grow right in-front of their eyes.


2am shifts.

12am shifts.


all of the guys.




i had a moment where

i hugged someone—


and then went back

for a second one.


didn’t think about it.


just felt it.




that’s when it hit me.




this wasn’t just a place

i worked at.


this was somewhere

i showed up every day

and became part of something.




the mornings.

the daps.

the jokes.

the routine.


the conversations.

the laughs.

the unspoken respect.


real connections.

genuine relationships.




i didn’t build that overnight.


i just kept showing up

the same way.




and now i can feel it

on the way out.




not because i said anything.


but because they’re saying it now.




and for the first time

i can feel both sides of it.




my presence was felt.


and now—


my absence will be too.




no titles.

no speeches.


just consistency

over time.




and somehow

that was enough.




but thursday…


that’s the last day.




and i can already feel it building.


the anticipation.

the weight of it.

the final walk in.


knowing this version of me

ends here.




because this is where

i built myself.


the mornings.

the early starts.

the discipline.


the writing.

the books.

the version of me

that didn’t exist before this place.




this wasn’t just work.


this was where

i became who i am.




this shit means everything to me.




— Mr. Mak


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