THE COFFEE BEAN

THE COFFEE BEAN

March 5, 2026

He walked toward his bedroom and said
“caffeyy.”

I was standing near the washer and dryer in the hallway sorting laundry.

He opened his mouth and showed me what he had.

I had a feeling what it might be.

A coffee bean.
Or what was left of one.

He had already bitten it into pieces.

I held out my hand.

Moving his tongue the best way he knew to push them out, he spit three fragments into it.

I asked if there was anything else.

“yeahhh,” he said.

Then he repeated the same tongue movement and revealed the tiniest last piece.

People might hear this story and think the important part is the coffee bean.

It isn’t.

The important part is what he did after he found it.

He came to me.

No panic.
No hiding.

Just a small person walking over and saying, in the best way he could,
look what I found.

Moments like that tell you something quietly.

Trust is growing here.

And that matters a lot more than a coffee bean.