Coffee in the eyes of a poor child

I learned about coffee when I heard a friend boast that a relative had given it to me. At that time, I had no idea what coffee was like, I just assumed that it must be a very delicious and expensive drink. And how could a poor person like me have the opportunity to enjoy it? I have had a craving to enjoy coffee ever since then.

Illustration: T.Nguyen

I became a university student. My family was still poor. My university education unintentionally became a burden for the whole family. In my first year, I worked as a waiter to make ends meet.

One day, when I was about to leave work, I brought a customer's drink in. The customer's coffee cup was still about 1/3 full on the table. The thought of tasting the coffee from the customer's leftover cup flashed through my mind, but it was embarrassing to be discovered by someone. I could have ordered a new cup of coffee for myself, but I was reluctant. To be more precise, I wanted to save the money for my education and living expenses.

But I still wanted to taste the coffee. Although I was embarrassed, I decided to ask the barista if I could have a sip of the coffee from the customer's leftover cup. He smiled, making my face turn as red as a ripe gac fruit. He said he would give me a fresh cup of coffee.

I shyly thanked him and accepted his gift, then eagerly enjoyed it. Gently sipping, the intoxicating aroma of coffee spread throughout the air. I can't describe exactly how I felt at that moment. I only know that the taste was delicious and I felt very refreshed after drinking it.

After so many years of remembering, I still can't forget that moment. It was a wonderful moment. And also from that moment, it motivated me to try harder in life.

Source: https://nld.com.vn/ca-phe-trong-mat-mot-dua-nha-ngheo-196240308145729259.htm