When I’m staying with my mom overnight, the very next morning, something special happens.

Wanna know what it is?

Yes, coffee is included, either because I make it or because she makes it. Whoever gets up first pre-warms the cups and makes coffee, then we sit opposite each other on the sofas strategically placed like that, in the morning sunshine, and sip it. I read my phone, she reads the newspaper, we chat a bit. That’s the routine.

However, before we even take our first sip, this special thing I mentioned happened.

Here it is:

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