Coffee

Coffee

By Lily Brennan
When I can remember being a kid, I remember hating coffee. 
What I can’t ever remember is a time when my dad didn’t love it
and me. 

Now, as we’ve all gotten older and 
drinking 
coffee, sports, and weather is all we can talk to him about
My children won’t know a time when I didn’t love it too
I have begun to wonder when I will start to put more cream and sugar in my cup?
I have noticed dad puts packet upon packet of sweetness into his. 
Want some coffee with that cream?
No longer tolerant of a strong brew. 

Has my father always hated the bitterness? 
Diluted hard-to-swallow things?
Changed a flavor to fit his taste? 
Has he always hated coffee
and me? 
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