Visit 6-2

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The smell was overwhelming but in a good way. The shop owner set a cup down on the table, and I just stared at it, stared at the rolling steam coming up. It was almost sad that I had to drink it. Each little sip was comfort, calm, tranquility. There were very few things in life I ever truly appreciated like this, like my mother’s unrelenting spirit when we lost our house yet managed to get by through the money she earned as a factory worker. Like my father’s hands who worked their magic on old cars and brought life to them, that very magic he passed down to me in my teen years. I appreciate that certain je ne sais quoi found in what we take for granted. I emptied the cup and found myself wanting more.