Memories of my grandma

I may have posted this before, but since it’s #diadelosmuertos im posting it again. 
       I started drinking coffee when I was 14. It was a relaxing treat that started at my Grandma’s house.  I went to her house often, and every time I was there it was a treat

Our evenings consisted of watching Novellas and having a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee, so every time I have my night time cup I think of her. I miss those nights.

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