Dear Little Deaf Boy

DLDB:21

I'm not one for coffee. It's okay I guess. But I was never that girl who obsessed over Starbucks and Pumpkin Spiced Lattes. I remember as a child my Mom would always make my Dad coffee in the morning. Even when he didn't say thank you. He would just drink it and continue his work call.

At that time I thought it was rude. I felt like he didn't pay her any attention. And when she died my Dad felt it to. He felt like he should have appreciated her more. After her death we didn't wake up to the smell of fresh coffee we didn't hear the sound the sound of sizzling bacon and we didn't wake up to the beauty women I called Mom. She was gone.

And so was our morning routine.

So was my Dad's damn coffee.

I know what your thinking.

What does this have anything to do with anything.

Coffee.

The smell of hot fresh coffee has a lot to do with everything.

My hands shook as I hesitated to open the glass door to The Coffee Cup. On the door the words where printed in Brown laced letters with a coffee cup next to it as the logo. Not wanting to contemplate on it any longer I swung open the door. A bell chimed as the door opened notifying everyone that some one had entered.

Forest Green.

I know I say this often.

I always talk about his eyes as if they're stars.

Well they might as well be.

Jasper looked up at me with wide eyes surprised that I'm even here. The glint that sparkled his is eyes flashed as his eyes went cold and he went back to sipping his coffee and reading his book. The small shop was cozy and being in here felt well... nice.

The last few days have been drama field hectic.
The smell of fresh brewing coffee and cinnamon field the air. I took in the smell inviting every memory it brought back of my childhood.

" Can I help you Dear." I was snapped out of my daze from the voice of a women. She was beautiful, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair in a sloppy effortless bun. With a stunning smile, she was at least in her late 30s. An older women approached looking at me in pure aw.

I stoped forward to the counter putting on a charming smile. "Uh yeah um." They looked at me oddly as I scanned over the menu.

" Can I have your marshmallow hot coco please oh and 2 cookies please?"I asked. The dark haired lady seem taken back at my order.

"It's October." Our eyes snapped in the direction of the voice. A girl leaned against a door frame with folded arms her eyes scanned me sizing me up as she chewed on her cookie. I felt out of place, who would of known that I could feel like such an outcast in a coffee shop. I didn't dress the part.

I'm wearing heels for goodness sake!

My high waist denim skater skirt stopped at my mid thigh exposing not only my long legs but a good portion of my thighs I wore dark stockings and a white shirt top that showed a small portion of my stomach. But even that small portion felt like a lot. I tugged on to my denim jacket feeling the sudden urge to cover up. The girl looked down at my pink MK hand bag and scoffed.

The girl and I where to different kind of people.
Her long hair was in a messy bun and she wore a black apron which was covered with flour with glasses that sat on her round face. She was pretty, looked as she spent every day of her life working. And I looked as if I didn't know what work was.