A Cup Coffee
A cup of coffee is delicious. I work in a busy office, busy, more organized chaos, with my friends Mary and Joe, we all so keen an afternoon tea break. I say afternoon tea but we have never time instead, we have a great little machine that makes one cup of coffee quickly and we sit in a small patio outside, I can already feel the smell of flowers and soft summer breeze through the hair. It’s almost worth will work.
I remember when I was a little girl, my grandfather always took me in his arms while we were in front of the fire and grandmother always served a cup of coffee to grandfather while giving me a cup of hot chocolate (of course).
From that day to today, I know that in our family simple affection could appear only by a serving of coffee. It brings back happy memories of our lives. Now that I mention it I realized that never in my most difficult time of life as unable to offer me a cup of coffee.
It was this time in high school when I failed to get the joy that leads the squad despite the fact that I actually practice every day (my heart broke apart, I almost lost my confidence and my value). What my grandmother did was make my favorite coffee flavor almost every night and forced me to talk with her.
Eventually, she did this every night as I found myself getting used to it and look forward to my night-talk with my grandmother, I realized that life is more than to get into joy leads the team and perhaps sometimes things not intended, better things are planed for you.
And she was right, even if I don’t make it to the national team, what I got is more than I expected, I guess a cup of coffee gives the best of me. I became a star in my theater class that brought Home glory and fame that I thought could only be found in joy leads team.
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