After school I wave my friends good bye and head to Macaroons,my grandparents cafe to start baking for my Blossom Queen election preparation.When I was 10 years old,my grandparents opened Macaroons cafe and ever since I've been
going there after school every day for nearly 6 Year's now.
" Hi Papi, hi Coco!" I yell as I enter the small French cafe. "Oh hi dear, Kathy" my grandparents replied in unison. " Grandma do you have any ideas for a simple,yet sweet
treat, for my Blossom Queen election?" I ask her. "Oui"my grandma reply's in French, we have a little thing we're
grandma likes to weave a little French into her english. "Low and behold a macaroon." My grandma shows me. She held up a plate with mini pink burger looking things.
"Isn't that the name of your cafe, grandma?"I always wondered what the name of their cafe meant. "oui mon cher en effet, ils sont" my grandma replies.
"Have I ever told you how proud of you we are chèri, Kathy" my grandparents tell me later, after I finished baking the macaroons.
" Yes, you guys tell me every time I come." I blush replying to their comment.
"We'll see you later guys, I love you!" I yell to my grandparents as I drive back home.
On the way home I make a quick stop to Starbucks, and order a Venti caramel iced coffee, yum.
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