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Birthday coffee 11
It was a very happy day without a doubt, I remember with precision every detail of my 11th birthday party, that day my dad told me that it was time to grow up, my body was starting to change from being a child to become a teenager, many people say that the number 11 is magical and that it marks the beginning of something big and prosperous, I want to believe that it is so, because since that magnificent birthday my life literally went up in a rocket of emotions, prosperity, and joy.
Those who know me well, know that I love coffee, which is something logical also because everyone in my house loves coffee, who knows since when this wonderful drink is part of my family tradition, I in particular started drinking coffee when I was nine or ten years old, that I no longer remember well, But I do know that I always liked it, and it helped me a lot to stay awake and encourage me in my studies, since my school is quite far away, and I have to get up at 5 am every day, in those moments is where coffee is my ally against discouragement especially on Mondays, where for some reason it is more difficult to get up.
It was not that I received a mountain of gifts, although there were quite a few that were brought to me that day, mostly my relatives who came from other parts of the country to the special party they organized for me, one of those gifts caught my attention, it was the one that brought me an old man that I did not know was a distant cousin of my mom who had an antique store, apparently he asked what I liked to bring me a gift from his store, so obviously my mom informed him that everything related to coffee was one of my favorite hobbies.
It turns out that this picturesque gentleman brought me a very strange coffee maker, according to what he told me when he gave me the box he sold it to his store to a gentleman from the Middle East who also told him that in the hands of the right person this device was capable of doing wonderful things, that comment was something that went around in my head all day until finally in the solitude of my room I began to unwrap each of the gifts.
Furthermore, it was made of polished bronze, it really looked very old, on one side it had 3 buttons, the first one said classic, the second one said rich, and the third one was special, as a good sweet-toothed child, of course I chose rich.
At that moment the device began to vibrate and to give off a rich smell of coffee, but with a hint of caramel and vanilla, something that had a kind of hypnotic power on me that made me fall asleep, moving me immediately to a magical cartoon style world.
That without a doubt, a recreation of the best amusement park I have ever seen in my life, everything was wonderful, cheerful, and colorful, there I found, believe it or not, a coffee bean that was the master of ceremonies, at first I was a little scared to see a coffee bean talking, but then I looked around me and saw that everything was fun and related to coffee, so it was very logical that the host was a coffee bean. Besides, if Disney could create a talking mouse, why can't I create in my dreams my biggest hobby.
I remember the first thing I did was to go to a coffee shop where they served only cold coffee meringue style, but very colorful and pretty, each glass had at least half a liter, and they had things on top like brownie, cookies, whipped cream and chocolate wafers, I do not remember which one I chose among so much variety, but it was very tasty.
Then I rode on the mechanical rides where the Disneyland style crazy cups were the main attraction, there was everything in this theme park from live plays to a big Ferris wheel, frankly I had a lot of fun in the company of that nice talking coffee bean who was also very friendly.
The sun was starting to set announcing the end of the park activities, at that moment the iced cream from the coffee cup spilled on my hand making me feel a sticky and cold sensation that without realizing how it happened, brought me back to the real world where I woke up in front of the coffee pot with my hand full of saliva from falling asleep on my arms with my mouth open.
What do you think it was just a dream or is there something magical about this strange old coffee pot?
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