In the Heart of the Morning Light

Long ago, in a cosy cottage nestled near a river and fields of wildflowers, lived a little boy named Jamieson, known for his curious eyes and endless wonder. Every morning, just as the first light painted the sky in soft shades of lavender and gold, Jamieson would crawl out of bed, his little hands and knees pattering along as he made his way to the warm glow of the kitchen, where his favourite magic happened. His mumma would be there, her hands cradling the coffee pot like a precious treasure, her movements as gentle as a breeze over a quiet pond. Jamieson loved watching her every step – the scoop of coffee beans, the hum of the grinder, and the steam rising like little clouds. Then, as the coffee brewed, she’d lift him up, wrapping him in a cosy hug and whisper, “One day, Jam, you’ll make your own coffee magic.”

One morning, Jamieson found something waiting just for him: a tiny version of Mumma’s magic maker, with bright, cheerful colours and a small cup just his size. His mumma’s eyes twinkled with joy as she said, “Now, Jam, you have your own little coffee magic.” With his mumma guiding him, he turned the knobs, filled a tiny cup, and poured his own pretend coffee. He felt like a grand wizard, conjuring happiness with each twist, serving coffee to his mumma, his favourite stuffed dinosaur, and even the rays of sunlight on the table.

From that day on, their mornings sparkled with a new ritual. Jamieson would proudly say, “Mumma, your coffee is ready!” and she’d take a pretend sip, closing her eyes and saying, “Thank you, Jam, it’s perfect.” In that kitchen, each cup of “coffee” held a piece of adventure, laughter, and love. And as Jamieson grew, he’d always carry the memory of those mornings – the warmth of his mumma’s hugs, the scent of freshly brewed dreams, and the magic they created together, one tiny cup at a time. ✨