My Coffee Choice

Every Saturday I would accompany my father to the mall, it was a habit we had every weekend, I never missed an outing. My father loved to go for a coffee, he enjoyed drinking any drink that had coffee as the main ingredient, its incredible flavor is delicious, he already knew where the best coffees were sold in the mall. That was the best thing for me, since I could also enjoy and taste the different coffees that exist in the market.

My face of happiness was very big every time I arrived at the mall, there was a beautiful coffee shop, I always passed it, on one side, but I did not enter, since I was embarrassed to enter alone, but this day was the opportunity to know it. My ears could catch all the comments made by the other people who came out with their glass full of coffee, my eyes saw many people laughing and sharing those delicious coffees sitting in the cafeteria. My father was always with me to give me advice, support and I enjoyed having a cup of coffee with him.

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My father had to leave the country suddenly, since the company where he worked transferred him and gave him a better position, so he had to leave as soon as possible, I wondered who would accompany me to enjoy my cup of coffee, I could not stop thinking about it, since my brother did not like it and did not dare to try it. It was the saddest news, I felt an emptiness inside my body, a very strange sensation. However, I had to continue with my life and not give up, it would only be for a while.

I could remember his words, jokes and anecdotes that he told, we had a great time. He told me when working in a coffee company was the most fun. My father promised me to go to a very big and beautiful coffee shop that was a few hours away from where we lived, the wonderful thing about the place was that there they sold three types of coffee and each one had a unique, different flavor.

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I was sitting in the living room at home, waiting for my father to take the weekend tour and suddenly I reacted, today he is not here to accompany me. Now it will be my turn to go alone to that coffee shop we had talked so much about, so I took my backpack, my jacket and went to the train station, I couldn't stop thinking about him, so I took the fastest train and in a matter of minutes I was in that very big city and alone.

I was still very sad, I took my phone and started looking for that coffee shop, I felt like I was in a labyrinth, I went from one place to another and nothing I could find, until finally I could find it. When I saw it, my spirits went up, my joy returned to my body because of how beautiful it was, an incredible attention and the best of all was its decoration, it was made of glass.

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When I entered that place I felt I was a millionaire, immediately I was approached by a very pretty young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, I caught her gaze and I could not take my eyes off her. She offered me the three best coffees in the place. The first is a black coffee that will help you relive a memory for only two days, the second is a latte that can erase a memory forever and the third is a cappuccino the most expensive of all, it will help you fulfill a wish, only for 24 hours. I told him to step back for a moment so I could choose that coffee.

Now I would have to apply everything my father had taught me about coffee and make the best decision. It was in my mind to choose all three, but I couldn't. Besides, I had to respond quickly so I could get a quick answer. Besides, I had to respond quickly so that they could prepare it and I could drink it, since I had to catch the train again.

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My answer was black coffee, the simplest of all, I felt that this was the best for the moment, because it would allow me to relive a memory. So I called the girl again to take my order. As I took my first sip of that black coffee in my mind, I was reminded of my father when he taught me to drink coffee for the first time, he served it to me in my little doll cup, with plenty of sugar and a piece of bread. Thanks to him, I am now a coffee lover, even though he is not present at this moment.