Stories with mother about coffee
By: CaspHer
March 18, 2021
As I sit here and go through the nostalgic memories about my wonderful mother and delicious coffee, I’d like to share a story about coffee in the backpack on the school bus.
Once upon a time when I was around seven years old and was scrambling to get ready for school one morning, was running late, I still wanted coffee. There was no way that I would get to have coffee and the bus was coming down the road and parked near the house.
I stuffed my school stuff in my bag and still tried to get my coffee cup together. I didn’t care if the bus was waiting for too long. I just wanted my coffee and I would be fine for the morning.
My mother went to flag the bus down so that it wouldn’t leave me behind. My brothers were already on board.
While I thought she wasn’t looking, I carefully placed the loaded coffee cup into my backpack and began walking ever so slowly down the steps.
Each step I took was certainly a gulp of coffee soaking my supplies in my backpack.
Mum asked, “Why are you walking so slow?!”
I didn’t answer. I was concentrating on the possibility of drinking the precious coffee on the bumpy bus ride through Boston.
Little did I know that the potholes in Boston were so bad that they could change your radio station and unhook your bra at the same time once you…
