By June, Ploy had worked every day for seven months without a day off. She was always , and she began snapping at Mint. One morning she forgot to order milk, a mistake for a café. Then she burned a whole batch of beans, something she had not done since her days as a . Grandma Bua watched her for a few days. Finally, she sat Ploy down and spoke . She said that an owner makes a tired café. Ploy argued that she could not to rest. Then Mint offered to manage the café two days a week. She had become far more than Ploy realized. Ploy hesitated, because letting go of was hard for her, but she finally agreed, . On her first free day, she felt strangely . Then she went for a long walk by the river and felt the leave her shoulders. When she returned, the café was running . Mint had handled a customer and a broken grinder without any help, and Ploy was proud of her. She learned that taking rest is not a sign of . It is part of being .