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Ever since I remember I have always had a passion for coffee. Yes, ever since I was a little kid. Ever since I was 6. It's weird isn't it? A little girl who loves coffee at such a young age. Well, there's certainly someone who got me started with that habit, and that person was my grandfather. I loved each and every morning spent with him in the kitchen, inhaling the fresh smell of morning coffee and eggs. He teached me how to prepare a good coffee, even though I never really liked the way he did it. I poured a bunch of milk and sugar in it so it was nice and sweet. Sweet memories are what I have from these days. The days were I spent time with my sister and my parents and the parents of my parents. The memories of an innocent child who enjoyed watching cartoons while having breakfast and a nice cup of coffee. Ever since that time, I've always been into drinking coffee. I sometimes even drink it 3 times a day! Of course it always makes me feel safe and warm, as if I was still 6 years old spending time with my grandpa. Grandpa passed away a few years ago, but his scent still lingers in the coffee I drink everyday. He's always near me. Near me when I eat my mother's food, because he teached her how to do it. Near me when I see my mother fix something, because she learned that from him. Near me when I listen to my mom's sayings, because it's what he used to say. He's near me when I am with my family. He's near me, when I feel like I can do anything I want to do, because he teached me that. In my eyes, he was able to do everything. I learned that ever since he teached me how to prepare my morning coffees. His memory will never be forgotten, he surrounds me everywhere I go.