Cup of Comfort

Sometimes a cup of coffee is better than a hug.

During weekends or non-working days I ask my daughter to make me a cup of coffee. This coffee is just your over-the-counter 3-in-1 San Mig Original coffee (my go-to instant coffee).

I'd wait a while before drinking, I like the temp to be hot but not burning, and I thank my daughter for the delicious cup of coffee, and also tell her time and again that I love the taste of the coffee when she makes it for me.

She tells me it's the taste of labor, the reason my coffee doesn't taste as good when I make it.

That could be true, in part. I think the coffee tastes better because she made it. Because someone who loves me took the time and care to make my coffee.

Thank you for my cup of comfort.

Thank you for my hug in a mug.