The washing machine is spoiled as our clothes is already few days in the basket I have to do a hand wash today, it’s a hard work job I never do hands wash like this much of clothes but no choice if I bring to laundry shop will cost me high, anyway I finish all less than an hour, and the morning sunlight filtered through the balcony and I’m sure before the sun down the clothes will be dry, and this is my last of my daily routine of households, There was something about the steady, predictable tasks sorting socks, folding towels, ironing shirts that made me feel grounded. It was the little things like this that reminded me was taking care of the people around me specially my own family. And with the house work done, I could finally treat myself to a small reward.
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Turning toward the kitchen, I moved with the ease of someone who had been in this rhythm for years. The kettle was already having a hot water since a ask my 16 years old daughter to boil water for me for my coffee, the faint scent of coffee in the air. I took a deep breath, savouring it, as if the aroma itself was a tiny promise of the calm I craved. As I making my coffee, and wait the coffee to cold down a bit, the coffee is old town 4in1 I bought this 1 pack since I saw the packaging is the flavour is new, its salted caramel coffee, then I feel a bit hungry too, so I took a croissant ban with chocolate filling. The coffee it’s not healthy to have it every day, but it felt like an old friend, comforting me like nothing else could, as I don’t like very cold coffee I started sipping it gently, the smoke is very good and rich of caramel aroma.
I carried my coffee mug to the to the balcony, and I still have the hobbit from the village I like to set on the door setting the floor and I really enjoyed my morning snacks, The sun had risen higher now, and the balcony was bathed in light, the day finally shaking out the time is just nice I can predict before the sun down in the evening my laundry will dry, I sank into my favourite style sat on the floor, cradling the warm cup in my hands. I looked out at the world, watching the balcony outside sway gently in the breeze. My eyes closed for a moment, and I let out a soft sigh, allowing myself to truly feel the stillness of the morning. There was no rush. No demands. No one needed me to do anything for just a few minutes. It was just me, me coffee, and the quiet hum of the world waking up outside.
As the warmth of the coffee spread through my chest, a sense of gratitude washed over me. My mornings used to feel like a whirlwind getting the kids ready for school, scrambling to pack lunches, tidying up the house before the day truly began. But now, with the laundry done and the house finally quiet, I had carved out this small but important moment just for myself. I sat back to the floor, closing my eyes again. A few weeks ago, I might have filled this time with thoughts about work or worries about the future. But today, the only thing on my mind was the satisfaction of a task completed. The smell of fresh laundry still lingered in the air, a reminder that even the smallest acts of care had their own quiet beauty. As I sipped the last of my coffee, I made a promise to myself to cherish these simple moments these fleeting seconds of peace amidst the busyness of life. I set the empty mug down on the table and stood up, feeling ready to face whatever came next. The laundry would never stop, the to-do list would always be there, but this—this small slice of serenity—was I had to hold onto for as long as I needed it. And so, I moved into the rest of my day, refreshed, rejuvenated, and ready to embrace it with a quiet joy that only a morning coffee after a finished laundry load could bring.
