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By that time, I had decided to stop drinking coffee. I had changed jobs and the nearest coffee shop was a bit far from the new office, so for the sake of not walking in the summer sun, I decided it was best to quit. Only the coffee wouldn't leave me.
At that time I was working in a central office, with glass walls that allowed us to see who was passing by, and every day I saw a boy of about 14 years old, selling coffee. He carried two thermos flasks and a little bag with the cups tied around his waist.
He would always wave at me and I´d shook my head in denial.. Every day it was the same routine. Until one day my office mates let him in and they all bought from him. I, not to be bombastic, did the same. One cup wouldn't hurt, I told myself.
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When he approached my cubicle, he said: I also have chocolate, if you want.... And that's how my story with this boy began....
Already for him the office started to be an obligatory stop. Everyone would buy from him, but with me he would sit down for a while to rest while I drank my coffee or the chocolate I bought for him.
He took me into his confidence and would tell me all about himself. I, who was already a mother, became more and more involved, especially when he told me about his anguish for his mother and younger siblings. He had dropped out of school to work and help his mother, who spent more time in the hospital than at home due to kidney disease. Selling coffee, allowed him to help his mother with household expenses.
He was the eldest of 4 siblings, whom he watched over since his father had abandoned them. Sometimes, he would arrive with an empty stomach, because there was not enough for all of them. And I would give him half of my lunch, which he would gobble down with a ferocity that was frightening.
Like all children, he liked sweets, and when I could, I would bring him some cookies, which he would eat feeling a little guilty for not saving them for his siblings.
One day, the little friend arrived with a worried look on his face, and it was because he had no coffee or sugar left at home to continue working. And as God would have it, I had both things at home, because I didn't have time to make coffee before going out. So, I told him that the next day I would bring him a kilo of each thing so he could continue working.
His face lit up again, and although he wanted to buy them, I did not accept his money, but rather exchanged it for a daily cup of sweet coffee for a week.
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My officemates always told me, "don't get so attached, you have your own problems", but how could I not! If I can save at least one, I will feel that life had meaning.
One day, this young boy stopped going and my thoughts flew looking for the reason for his disappearance. Then someone told me that they had seen him on the streets of the city, with his two thermoses in hand. That gave me some peace of mind, since he did not fall into the hands of some vice or shady business.
It has been 4 years since I left my country, and I hope that he has found some angel to protect him from the evils that abound in the streets of this world. But, since I met this boy, every time I drink coffee, I remember him.
Fotografías por/Photografy by: Assas Tanoli, Tim Arterbury, Filip Baotic (All from Unsplash)
Edición/Edition by: @mamaemigrante
Traducido por/ translate with: www.deepl.com/translator (free version)
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These are the real life stories that hurt but that's life, fortunately for him at that moment you were there to listen to him, support him and give him a helping hand.
Coffee binds us to these emotions forever, beautiful gesture and beautiful post. @mamaemigrante 🥰
Coffee gave the oportunity to met him and support him in that moment. Maybe in a different situation we didn´t met.
He teach me about a side of life that was unknown for me, and I teach him, that we can change our life and get all opportunity we have
Such a heartwarming story! I hope he's doing ok. Those boys who have to work because their parents cannot care for them are tragedy of society. There should be a way to prevent that form happening, but alas, the country is what it is. Fortunately for him, you were there when he needed you the most.
He was the age my oldest son is now, and just imagining him in that situation breaks my heart.
He must be 21 years old now, I also hope he is well....
Ugh, you and me both. Hopefully, he has found a way to go around life.
Hello @mamaemigrante
I beautiful storyline, and nice read.
Just a little suggestion to watch the use of your pronouns.
You got the translation well, except for that line in the 5th paragraph...
... That caused a little confusion with the character.
Change it to:
I'd also like to suggest that you check out the dedicated writing communities. However, this story is a creative coffee story so I'll give you credit for that:)
Also, you might be interested in this community's #SpillTheBeans Creative Writing Club, where a new writing prompt is published every Sunday Night/Monday Morning (depending on where you are in the world), and runs till Wednesday.
Enjoy the rest of your day, and have a lovely week ahead:)
Thanks for the suggestion, I didn't do the double spell check before posting.
I was hesitant to post here, but since it was thanks to the cafe that I was able to meet this guy, I took a chance on posting in this community.
Anyway, thanks for the invitation. I'll be a bit more active around here, through that internal club, since I have lots of real stories accompanied by coffee.
Ok, thanks for the clarification, I understood it to be a fictional story,🙃 especially with the sourced photos... That's ok then!
Good news that you'll check out the Creative Writing Club! See you around:)
Hello friend, how beautiful this writing and what a beautiful gesture of generosity you did with this little friend, to see him smiling, happy, working with the best skills and every day to give him a smile. Nowadays we can see many children who look for any job or trade to earn some money and be able to take it home, but this child with his thermos of coffee and glasses on top, makes him unique and fighter. Let's hope they find themselves in the best situations. Nice to have read you friend. Regards.
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Amiga, what a touching story, God willing that now that you are a young man of age, you will continue in the good steps of working with honesty.
Selling coffee is a dignified and delicious job, you hear many anecdotes like these in this field.
There are so many children in our country and many more in this situation that it is impossible not to be heartbroken by this story.
And he disappeared just like that without even saying goodbye?
I also hope life smiled on him somehow!
Nice story
It is very sad to see how in the world there are more and more children in the street looking for their daily bread, thank God there are people like you who somehow brighten the days of a working child.
While I shouldn't rejoice, I am at least reassured that he has chosen a legal way to get money to help out at home, and not the easy and dangerous route offered by crime, for example.
I hope he is doing well, wherever he is.
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Very nice story, I see in my city a girl who works selling coffee and it is incredible how she gets up from Monday to Saturday at 4 am to go out and sell coffee to the first people who come out to the street, that is really determination.
Yes it is. God bless you and I hope that life will give you the opportunity to get another way to earn money without having to stop doing what as children you are meant to live