From taste to love
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As far as I remember, I dreamed about being a barist. Brewing and preparing coffee were the only things I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I wanted to open my own coffee shop, and observe how people react in surprise of happiness, after tasting beverage that I made for them. Feel the satisfaction after hearing the words of admiration when my coffee is good, and feel the disapointment about myself when people complain about my work. Although some of them could hurt my feelings, and some would fill me with pride, I know that every one of these opinion will motivate me to do my best and to develop my skills. Which, as my aunt thought, I got through genes.
Scent of freshly grinded coffee beans, mixed with scent of hot milk, that was filling the warmly decorated coffee shop, is still in my memories as an integral part of my childhood. In every moment I can bring back this nice view, and blissful feeling of familiar place. Those sweet moments when I was sitting on lined pillows windowsill, and was looking at customers that were visiting my aunt’s shop - I felt so happy back then, nothing in this world could make me happier. I always wanted to be like my aunt. She was like unquestionable authority for me, because she did something really big and I want to do the same. Make people happy by making for them a brewed bevarage, and let them lose themselves in this one sweet moment. Let them forget about their worries. Because once their feet step out of this coffee shop, their daily life and duties will fill their minds.
Scent of freshly grinded coffee beans, mixed with scent of hot milk, that was filling the warmly decorated coffee shop, is still in my memories as an integral part of my childhood. In every moment I can bring back this nice view, and blissful feeling of familiar place. Those sweet moments when I was sitting on lined pillows windowsill, and was looking at customers that were visiting my aunt’s shop - I felt so happy back then, nothing in this world could make me happier. I always wanted to be like my aunt. She was like unquestionable authority for me, because she did something really big and I want to do the same. Make people happy by making for them a brewed bevarage, and let them lose themselves in this one sweet moment. Let them forget about their worries. Because once their feet step out of this coffee shop, their daily life and duties will fill their minds.
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Auntie Mihyun, looked at me heartily from the other side of counter, when she was preparing a mix for espresso. She called me to came closer. I slide down from soft pillows and went behind the counter, to carefully observe what she was doing. I learned a lot from her, only by watching her moves. I precisely remember every way of coffee preparation she was doing in her coffee shop. Unfortunately, when I was old enough to start official learning, everything has been destroyed.
And Auntie’s coffee shop has been razed.
When she was about to close the coffe shop, four men in suit with concentration on their faces, came in. Usually I labeled them as “important chairmans or employees of big corporations”. One look, and I knew what type of coffee they want to order. Business people need a lot od caffeine to reduce stress and need of sleep. Except that this time, they were neither a chairmans nor employees of big corporation.
That day I had no idea why my aunt told me to go to the storeroom. And why she was yelling weird things that I didn’t understand. Or why these men did what they did. Even though three years have passed since that day, and despite the fact that I was so shocked, I remember what one of these men said to me. I remember that like it was yesterday “I’ll give you a chance. If I ever see you and recognize you, same things gonna happen to you. Don’t you ever dare to tell anyone what happend here. Since today, you are a different person."
And Auntie’s coffee shop has been razed.
When she was about to close the coffe shop, four men in suit with concentration on their faces, came in. Usually I labeled them as “important chairmans or employees of big corporations”. One look, and I knew what type of coffee they want to order. Business people need a lot od caffeine to reduce stress and need of sleep. Except that this time, they were neither a chairmans nor employees of big corporation.
That day I had no idea why my aunt told me to go to the storeroom. And why she was yelling weird things that I didn’t understand. Or why these men did what they did. Even though three years have passed since that day, and despite the fact that I was so shocked, I remember what one of these men said to me. I remember that like it was yesterday “I’ll give you a chance. If I ever see you and recognize you, same things gonna happen to you. Don’t you ever dare to tell anyone what happend here. Since today, you are a different person."
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