Picture of my property. Author: Alberto Rivera. Year 2005.
A few days ago I was walking down a long street, it seemed that it had no end, with beautiful houses on both sides, when suddenly a very peculiar lady appeared, when I saw her I got a little shiver, her look was deep, she had dry lips and very stained and wrinkled skin, the lady took me by the arm and asked me for water, I took my water bottle and gave her some, When I took a sip the lady drew a smile on her face and said:
"Thank you very much, take this as a reward" she took my hand and placed a rag bag with some coffee beans inside, when she gave it to me she said "this is the best coffee you will ever drink in your life, with just one sip you will be able to go wherever your heart desires, besides its taste will be so delicious that you will never forget it"
I took it with fear but I did not want to despise such a gesture, when I got home I kept it in a drawer and I did not want to prepare it immediately because although I was curious I was a little afraid of what this lady told me.
Days went by and the aroma that came out of the kitchen drawer was stronger and more delicious every day, it was as if the coffee was talking to me to remind me that it was there and that I had to try it, curiosity and desire overcame me and I had to do it.
When I mixed the coffee with the hot water an incomparable aroma spread, it was the smell of the coffee that my grandmother used to make when I was young so I thought, is it true? Could it be that this coffee could take me back to see her for a little while longer?
I took a sip and as soon as I felt that delicious taste I fell off a cliff and poof! I landed on some beautiful and padded antique furniture, still in shock I cleaned myself and checked without believing where I was, I looked out the window and there she was, there was my grandmother in her backyard feeding her chickens, to the right was that fire pit where she prepared her arepitas and made the best coffee in the world.
I stood there looking at my grandmother a little perplexed thinking that she would not see me when she looked up and said "Look girl, come downstairs to help me!
"I bought some hot bread to make coffee so hurry up so we can finish before they get cold" I went down the stairs as fast as I could and I approached her and without saying a word I hugged her, and I could feel her smell, the unique smell of my grandmother, she squeezed me tight and said "what do you have daughter? "I answered "nothing grandma, I just want you to know that I love you and that you are unique, thank you for dedicating and teaching me so much" at that moment she let go of me and a tear ran down her cheek, she told me "let's go then before the bread gets cold" and we sat down to drink that coffee, that unique coffee of my grandmother that did not matter the brand, only that she made it so that it would be delicious.
There we talked and laughed a lot when I realized that I only had a sip of coffee left, she took my hands and told me "goodbye daughter, we will meet later in the immensity, live your life and be happy and tell my great grandchildren that I love them and take care of them every day.
I took the last sip of my cup and I felt again a fall towards a precipice, and bang! I fell in the living room of my house, when I arrived a feeling of nostalgia and happiness invaded my body, I wanted to make the coffee again to be able to see her a little bit more but the bag that the lady gave me had disappeared, that's when I understood that the coffee that the lady gave me was magic and gave me the opportunity to hug my grandmother again, since that was the place where I really wanted to be.
Since that day I feel that my grandmother accompanies me in every cup of coffee.
So much for my participation in this fun initiative dear friends. See you soon!
The photos are my own, taken with my TECNO POVA Neo phone.
The cover photo was taken from a painting I own that is in my apartment.
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