No coffee (freewrite)

Coffee,
it is comfort to me. I love taste and smell of it. I have a rocky relationship at best with my mother. but one of the few good memories I have is her dunking a sugar cube in coffee and handing it to me as a treat.

my relationship to food is flawed, eating disorders are a family trait.
The only form of affection my mother had to offer where bursts of food indulgences in a an other wise spartan food routine. I lived from the age of 7 in a perpetual diet. I still do not have a handle on my food issues.

Coffee, it was like a tiny miracle that in my adult life turned into at least 2 pots a day and a pint of coffee ice cream whenever I could found a vegan version.

I contracted covid at the beginning of the pandemic . It was the gift that kept on giving. It gave me a heart condition and diabetes, but it is also a taker of joy - Not only did it take my favourite food Pie but I also not longer can have coffee because of my heart. So here I am sad little me- no coffee no pie - FML

For the #freewriters Sunday prompt no coffee hosted by @mariannewest (yes I know I am late blame my coffeeless life )

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