It doesn’t take more than a cursory glance to see that I am my father’s daughter given my fair skin, dark hair, and chicken legs, yet as I grow older, the traits I inherited from my mom are becoming increasingly manifest. I see in myself her fighting spirit, her penchant for fashion accessories, and – perhaps the most obvious to me – her love for all things coffee. She taught me my first lessons in coffee brewing, and I still remember the times we’d stop in to Starbucks and indulge in mocha Frappuccinos during my teenage years. It usually happened …

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