Hello dear friends who always pass through this beautiful Community as I do.
Here I want to share with you another of my happy moments with my beloved inseparable friend “EL CAFË”.
Last week I went to the city of Valencia/Carabobo State to visit my mother who suffered a significant fall.
As I have told you on several occasions, my mother is 88 years old but she is very lucid, always aware of everything that happens around her.
She is in a clinic bed unable to move her lower body. She tells my sister to pass her a box that she has kept in her closet, my sister passed it to her and my mother gave it to me, it was that beautiful coffee pot, she gave it to me because she heard at one point that mine had burned.
Instead of me bringing her a gift, she was the one who surprised me with that wonderful gift.
My youngest daughter, who was present and also surprised by my mother's gesture, grabbed the coffee pot and immediately went to the kitchen, prepared it with coffee and sugar, and put it on the stove.
While the coffee was ready we returned to the room with my mother to hug and kiss her for this wonderful gift, we told her that we were already testing the coffee maker to see if it would work, hahaha.
My mother began to tell us how her fall went and commented that she was very aware that her black girl (me) had burned her coffee pot and she knows how much I love coffee, thinking how I would be doing without having a place to make my coffee every day.
I explained to her that yes, it was true that my coffee pot had burned, but that my husband had bought the rubber and we washed it with various products and even though it was ugly it was operational, that is to say that it was working and I still made my coffee in it every day.
Do you know what he answered me? In the middle of her pain but with a smile on her face “give it back to me then”, hahahahahaha, I told her “never”, I loved that coffee maker!
We laughed a lot, she was complaining about the pain in her hip, but she couldn't stop laughing, hahaha.
Ready the coffee said my daughter, we offered it to my mother but at that moment she didn't feel like it, only my daughter and I tasted that delicious coffee that was very good in that elegant and beautiful coffee pot that that lovely old lady (my mother) gave me.
Coffee definitely unites the world at all times. In the good times and in the not so good times.
My daughter and I drank that tasty coffee laughing with my mother's witticisms and blessing her for her good humor in spite of going through a very strong trance of hip loosening due to that fall.
So much for this little story, coffee friends, thank you for reading it.
All photos are my own, taken with my Tecno Pova cell phone. The cover was edited in Canva in its free version.
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