After that, I go to my grandmother’s home for many times, and she still uses the same procedure to welcome me. Actually I love this procedure and enjoy it at every week. one way valve remembers, after that, my grandmother do not talk with me of what I called this is "catastrophe of coffee," anymore, but in the end, she still started making more absurd statements about her favorite drink.
"I know your grandpa is the one who works best for me, because we like the same taste of coffee," she said. "Add a little bit of sugar to the cream."
I turned my eyes and said: "grandmother, most of people love this coffee taste."
“I don’t agree that,” she said, “for most people, if they like creamy, they will like to add a lot of sugars, or at least medium dose sugars. But for those people who love drinking coffee only add a little sugar, and they usually add milk, or they will drink only black coffee.
“So if grandfather prefer black coffee? Or add the sweeteners in milk? That means you will not marry with him? Then I have not chance to give birth to this world?”
“Oh, don’t be silly,” grandmother said, “I am never thinking of your grandfather favorite what kind of coffee, and I don’t know what different results between us, however, my dear Alisa, you belong to me. No matter what will be happened, you’ll be here.
The last time I saw my grandmother was on a Sunday, it was no different from any other Sunday. My grandmother and I sitting at the table, she looked at me, her eyes flashing with an enthusiastic glow.