Bad mood with bad weather, but cup of coffee makes it better .

I start to reread my posts from all those nights in December.

A whole year had passed already since I left Coffee World, but I only remember one thing from this time. I stopped to write poetry for the first time in my life.

But last night was not only another bad day in the office.

Around midnight my mother knocked my door and said the surprising thing.

As soon as I woke up, I ordered coffee. Night before, I couldn't sleep properly, but in the morning it was unbearable.

I didn't want to lose my breakfast, so I got up and went to the kitchen. I was tempted to drink coffee while I was doing something else, so I couldn't take it during the night, but last night I had made coffee for my father who was supposed to come home late.

It was strange. He had never visited me in my apartment before. I lived alone.

My brother was back from his first job.

Maybe I didn't appreciate what I had until now. But I really didn't like him much. I liked my father and my mother very much.