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The smell of Memory
Today, during a random conversation with a colleague, I met a gentleman who shared something that instantly connected us—coffee reminds him of his father too. Somehow, that moment led me to tell a story I hadn’t thought about in years… the time I told my dad I was caffeine-dependent. I had to be about 7 or 8 years old. I was coming back from Miami, where my grandparents lived and would religiously give me café con leche y pan every night before bed. It was our thing. Fast fo
Apr 82 min read
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