For three years, Ploy worked as an accountant in a busy office in Bangkok. The salary was good, but every evening she came home . She often dreamed of a life in Chiang Mai, where her grandmother still lived in an old wooden shophouse.

One night, Grandma Bua called with an offer. She was seventy-eight, but she was still and full of ideas. ‘The shop downstairs has been empty for years,’ she said. ‘Why don’t you come home and do something with it?’

Ploy could not sleep. The idea was , but she had no in running a business. She made a list of possible : money, customers, and the long hours. Her friends in Bangkok her plan, but her father worried .

In the end, Ploy made a . It was the most choice of her life. She would from her job at the end of the month. Her manager looked at her and then wished her luck.

Two weeks later, she took the night train north. As the train moved through the mountains, she could see the of the rice fields in the moonlight. She opened her notebook and wrote a plan: coffee from local farmers, homemade cakes, and a corner for reading. When she arrived, Grandma Bua was waiting at the station with a smile. ‘Welcome home,’ she said .