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.