A、Tea. B、Milk. C、Water. D、Coffee. DWhat was the speaker drinking when he thought about his Grandpapa?

Frozen forever in time are memories of wire rimmed glasses and a grey sweater that almost always had chocolate covered raisins in the left pocket. Grandpapa always read to me. I’d sit beside him and listen.
     When Grandpapa got old and couldn’t see well enough to read anymore, I read to him. I’d read until his eyes closed and he started to fall asleep.
    As I quietly got up, Grandpapa would reach into the pocket of his grey sweater and pull out a box of chocolate covered raisins, pressing them into my teenaged hand. Eyes still closed, he would whisper "I remembered".
    Grandpapa always said things like: "You scratch my back an’ I’ll scratch yours," and "Share, little one. Sharing makes everything better." Somehow, everything always was better.
    I’ll never forget the call from the hospital. Grandpapa had suffered a heart attack. My Mother was so upset, crying so many tears. It was snowing that night, great big fluffy snowflakes falling through the glow of the streetlight.
    It’s snowing this morning, big fluffy snowflakes falling through the glow of the streetlight. I sit and watch the snowflakes fall, thinking about Grandpapa with love in my heart and a cup of coffee in my hands. I will always remember his wise words, "Sharing makes everything better." The need to reach out to another human being is instinctive, and as necessary as the air that we breathe.
    It is my sincere hope that you will want to share something of yourself. A kind word to a stranger perhaps, or a compliment to someone that deserves one. It is these small acts of sharing, and caring, that make this world a better place.