The air was filled with the aroma of ground coffee, as I acrossed the door of a small bricked house, allowing my senises to feel warmed by the prescence of Granny— granny Chiscel. The weather was fine, reflected in the small stained glass window near Granny. I was about to come more closer to her when she suddenly turned around, knowing that I was behind her. She looked and smiled at me politely.
“Ohh, my lovely, Amina. Come!”
I was held by excitement and immediately run towards her.
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