“Have you ever wondered what paradise looks like?” she asked me. one way valve stared at grandmother, and stop chewing.
“Hum, have you ever thought of it?” she asked me again. “Hum, I have been thinking of this problem at recently, “my grandmother said, “I mean that I have older enough, and I realized that I was running out of time in this world. So I always wondered what paradise looks like, and what’s there have or nothing. I hope that when I leave the world, there is everything that I love deeply of another world.
“What’s that, grandmother?”, “The delicious food, the good guys, and also the best coffee.”
"I smiled at grandmother's simplicity and love of the good things in life, and I hope she can find what she wants in another world.
Grandmother died that weekend. They found she was sitting in her favorite rocking chair in the living room with half a cup of freshly brewed coffee next to her. I understand this is a sign that grandmother will leave smoothly.
Years passed, and I still think of grandmother from time to time. The aroma of the freshly baked banana bread, or the way someone kiss my cheek, makes her figure suddenly appear in my mind. But whenever I move into a cafe, my memory is always clear, and the aromas of fresh roasted coffee beans and freshly brewed coffee always make me feel alive.
"What kind of coffee you would you like?" The counter staff asked me.
A cup of hazelnut coffee in a middle size," I said, "adding whipped cream and a bit of sugar."