When I was a kid, I’ve always thought that coffee is a “grown up” drink. Oftentimes, my parents will ask me to make them a cup as they’re pretty big drinkers, saying that I make it so well. Confused cuz I haven’t really started drinking it yet but being the gullible person that I am, I believed them with all my heart. I still do. I’m not certain but I think this contributed to why I drink coffee now. I know my other siblings drink it, too, but I reckon they don’t drink it as often as I do.

I used to take this affinity to coffee for granted but now I’m starting to see it in a different light. It’s something I share with my parents. It’s something that connects us. It’s something that I know I’ll remember them by. With every cup comes a happy memory of my dad asking me to make him a cup; a memory of two people spending time together over coffee that I made.

My coffee breaks will never be the same from now on.

Trivia: 1st photo was taken in N°5 Cafe in Handorf, South Australia, December 2008; 2nd photo was taken in a cafe off Victor Harbour, South Australia, January 2009; 3rd photo was taken in CIBO Al Fresco in Rundle Mall, South Australia, December 2008.

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