When I told my grandmother that my husband was unfaithful, she simply smiled and asked, “Carrot, egg, or coffee?” – story-veterans.com

She squeezed my fingers softly.

“And what do you want to become?” she asked.

Choosing Who I Would Be
I looked at the coffee.

Steam curled upward from the cup, warm and steady.

I took a slow breath.

For the first time that day, my breathing calmed.

“I want to be the coffee,” I said softly.