But with us, you never let it show.
You were such a strong woman, and I don’t want to believe that you’re gone. That news might have been the hardest I’ve ever heard.
You even gave us new scissors, because you bought a pack of two… and when you asked us for scissors… to open yours… You were appalled at how crappy the ones we had to use were.
You had a heart of gold.
My shift and I made your drink one last time tonight, just the way you like it. An iced venti green-tea latte with ten scoops of matcha, right on top of the ice, with a dome lid.
I always thought it was odd, but you said you liked the chunks that the matcha would make.
I poured the milk, and pulled out the container of matcha so I wouldn’t get it all over the counter. I went to grab the ice scoop, and I broke down.
My supervisor finished it.
The whole night, I looked at the table you always sat at, right in the corner, and you were there smiling at me.
I tried your drink tonight through tears.
I liked the chunks.”