There was no turning back, the decision had already been made to find out at all costs which of my brothers had hidden my precious coffee from me, my friend sent it to me from Colombia because she knows how much I like Juan Valdéz coffee.
The packaging had arrived in the morning hours of Tuesday, but when I went to prepare my first cup of coffee in the afternoon it was gone, I got angry when I couldn't find it in the cupboard, I questioned everyone present and no one told me responded, they denied knowing anything about it.
It can't be, this shouldn't be happening, I was confused and furious, What do you think of drinking my coffee? I yelled in despair.
I decided to go for a walk to see what I could think of to discover which of the members of my house had hidden the coffee from me.
While I was walking towards the park, I ran into my sister Claudia's boyfriend, who told me that she had sent him a package of Colombian coffee as a birthday present, knowing how much he liked this type of coffee.
As soon as I got home, I went straight to my parent's bathroom, I knew they had some laxatives, so I thought about crushing some tablets to mix them with the Juan Valdéz coffee, which he just bought, this unbalanced my budget for the month, but no I cared because I wanted revenge.
Before carrying out my plan I wanted to wait a bit, meanwhile, I was satisfied with the cup of green tea that mom gave me in the morning, it was horrible, but I had to endure revenge, it would be worth it.
After a week of the mysterious disappearance of my coffee, I went to the store for some cookies, my sister's favorite would be the perfect excuse to have a cup of adulterated coffee together.
When I returned from the store, I found Claudia and her boyfriend Carlos in the kitchen, I saw them out of the corner of my eye and watched how they looked at each other and laughed behind my back, not knowing what awaited them.
Taking advantage of the fact that they were in the kitchen, I invited them to have a cup of coffee with cookies, I told them that my friend, when she found out that my package of Juan Valdéz coffee had mysteriously disappeared, sent me another one with a mutual friend, everything was a lie, We chatted cheerfully for a while, and then I left with the excuse that I had to study.
The next morning, I was drinking my coffee when my mother told me, very alarmed, that my sister Claudia and her boyfriend were sick, and the poor things had spent the whole night in the bathroom, I hid my satisfied face behind the cup of coffee because I had revenged myself.
In revenge, the weaker is always more ferocious. Honoré de Balzac.
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