A Story A Day. Story 155 of 365: Soup.

The sun shone softly on the polished wooden tables. The restaurant was about to open, and Cara liked to watch it before anyone got in and disturbed her peace. Peter was already in the kitchen making Cara's favorite soup. It was a cold winter day, snow piled on the street, the perfect day for soup. She entered the kitchen and the smell took her back to her childhood, her grandmother would cook her that soup whenever she was sick, she had never been able to replicate it, but luckily for her Peter would. When they decided to open a restaurant, Cara knew that the special dish had to be that soup. And people loved it. Cara knew her grandmother would have loved to see all that people enjoying her recipe. In a way, her grandmother lived again every time they cooked the broth.