Afternoon coffee

This isn’t exactly the best view one can have while sipping a 5-peso coffee dissolved in boiled tap at five in the afternoon. But who cares?

I feel good inside.

This feels like afternoons back home when my father would ask me to make him coffee and we shared talks about how our day went while my mother gossiped about our neighbors as she tended her ornamental plants.

I’m excited to be home this Christmas.

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