“Come,” she said softly. “Let’s go to the kitchen.”
She filled three pots with water and placed them on the stove.
I watched, confused, as she worked silently.
Into the first pot, she dropped several carrots.
Into the second, she lowered a raw egg.
Into the third, she poured a handful of ground coffee.
“Grandma,” I asked quietly, “what are you doing?”
She didn’t answer.
She simply turned on the heat.
Soon the water began to boil.
Steam rose slowly, filling the small kitchen and clouding the windows.
Minutes passed.
I felt restless, confused—not just about the pots on the stove, but about everything in my life.
The Question That Changed Everything
At last, she turned off the stove.
She placed the carrots in a bowl.
Cracked the egg onto a plate.
And poured the coffee into a cup.
Then she set all three in front of me.
Looking directly into my eyes, she asked one simple question.
“Tell me… carrot, egg, or coffee?”
I stared at the table, baffled.
“I don’t understand.”
