one last trip to the tailor

I want to get one more chance to accompany her to the tailor to try out her pied de poule custom-made woolen coat… and I want the tailor to make us coffee in her apartment that smells like cinnamon on a winter afternoon. I want my mother to go and try the coat.. and i want to say to myself I wish I had her blue eyes… and her calmness and serenity, femininity… and grace.. I want to pretend I like the coffee that the tailor’s assistant Yasmine is serving us…in her house in Ain El Mreisseh. Just one more chance..