A Family Addiction

I have a confession to make. I have an addiction that runs in the family. We need it every day and I certainly feel like I cannot function without some of it. Okay, it's probably not that exciting of an addiction and you may be addicted as well. That would be COFFEE. Just that word alone says: hope and comfort. Let me tell you something, when I get up in the morning, my day does NOT start without that cup of coffee. Born in the Cape Verde Islands, we didn't necessarily have the bowl of cereal for breakfast plus the glass of orange juice. By the age of two, I was eating a 'real' breakfast and drinking a cup of coffee. After we had dinner, my family would always make the coffee and I was right there with the big dogs. Being the oldest of four children, I must admit that I am the only one that truly has to have it. My siblings just enjoy the smell of it alone. My parents and the rest of the family are just as addicted. I have also found that coffee is very comforting to me. In many stressful situations I feel that the smell is calming (maybe it's because the memories tied to the scent). There is just something that sings in my soul when I meet a fellow coffee lover and they understand and appreciate the Joe. I must tell you that over the years I haven't met many people my age that just truly love coffee. The true lovers are usually a little older than I am, and that is just fine. So to all the coffee lovers out there - drink up! Be proud of the coffee! It has served us well!