Instant Coffee never tasted sooo good -
- till Tatay offered me a cup of coffee one morning. The way he’d make a cup for Nanay. With brown sugar & powdered creamer.
Nanay & Tatay is how we refer to my grandparents.
Forget Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Receiving Gifts, Acts of Service, and Physical Touch.
Embedded in my heart, mind, character. Nothing will change it. A cup of coffee is my love language. I feel all the love when you hand me a cup of coffee.
Yes, I work in coffee while tasting some of the best coffees in the world. And yes, I have quite an “intricate” method of making my coffee via Pour Over. However I also learned to understand that coffee has existed for so long, and has incorporated its way to many people’s lives. Majority of the time, coffee is just part of everyone’s everyday. Don’t mind the citrusy, fruity, high scoring qualities. Coffee is just something to start their day.
And for someone to make way out of their routine to make me a cup of coffee is a thought that always warms my heart. I don’t plan to use my brain everytime I take a sip. You hand me a coffee, and I’ll just be as happy as Jollibee while sipping on it. Ya know?
To conclude this conversation, tatay’s instant coffee is one of the most delicious cups I have ever tasted! A possible 96 points on coffee review if I may add! XD
The rare occurrence of coming home, knowing what I want to pursue in life, being firm that I’m visiting my family solely for remembering the comfort of their presence, and just spending time with the 2 people I highly look up to allows me to wrap my head & heart on the love that existed & that will keep me going.
My eyes are slowly tearing up. I type this as I head back home tomorrow. Like this quote from Mitch Albom’s, The Timekeeper . “God limits our days to make each one precious”. Successfully, I believe I have made all 10 days worth while. I can now head back into the war zone of this thing called “life”.
