


Spending time at my mom’s house to remember she is not fully gone
Hello, it’s me and my espresso again but this time from my room, where I spent my whole life, the place that made me discover who I am, my passion and agony…
I am making coffee again, the way I used to when my mom was alive. I remember sharing my joy with her, showing her my photos and how passionate I am about coffee. I left the house to forget but I keep coming back, I did not want to take everything with me, I left pieces of my soul in this room and I know soon enough I will come back for sure.
This is my life, as simple as it can be
An espresso cup freshly brewed, notebooks and pens ❤️