The
World of Mocha Latte
Terri Camp
Home school author and mother
Upon entering the Mocha Latte World all my senses become aroused. The
aroma is intoxicating. Even though I am not a fan of coffee, the scent
is irresistible as the different blends mix together in the air causing
my mouth to water. Being unfamiliar with the Mocha Latte World, I am
unsure what to order for my introduction. I read the menu, along with
the slogans that go with each particular item.
As I am trying to figure out which flavor will be worth the four bucks
my sister is paying for this, my eyes are distracted as I am absorbed by
the ambiance. A couple of girls behind the counter are bopping around as
they perform the cappuccino ritual. I am well known for not noticing the
ordinary, like if someone has worn the same shirt for three days, or if
they have changed their hair, or even if my son has gotten an earring.
Oh, wait! I would notice that. I would also notice that he is missing
the ear when his dad finds out.
However, in order for me to
notice things, I have to purpose to soak it all in. Since this is my
first experience in the Mocha Latte World, I vow to take in everything.
The girls behind the counter are wearing shirts that say, "Life's
Short - Stay Awake!" I love that! I want the shirt! I don't really
care at this point if I'm going to enjoy the coffee; I've enjoyed the
experience.
I finally settle for a Turtle Mocha Latte. The slogan to go with the
Turtle Mocha Latte says, "Why NOT a Turtle Mocha Latte?" I
decide, "Yes, why not?" I love caramel, so if I'm going to
like anything, it will be coffee with caramel in it. Of course I can't
just have a Turtle Mocha Latte without something special to go with it,
so I choose a pretzel covered with white chocolate.
The verdict is still out as I take the warmth in my hands and head to a
seat by the window. As the rain pours down outside I sit with warmth in
my hands, watching as the world goes past my window.
But there is something very real going on inside my window. Sitting next
to me is my sister. Together we are enjoying the Mocha Latte World. I
think she is laughing at me, as I seem to get a kick out of everything.
But the most important part of the whole ambiance thing is being with
her.
We
are not the same. We share parents but have vastly different views on
many things. Does this make us love one another any less? No. Does this
make us not enjoy one another's company? No. Does this mean that
together we cannot share tears? No.
What's
in a good soup? Love, laughter, good friends!
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