sikildim:

My little nephew and her family suddenly decided to visit us tonight. (She’s technically my 3rd cousin, considering she’s my mum’s cousin’s child. But I’m not sure if there’s a title for that in my language, so we’re going along with nephew.)

Anyway, she’s around 3 and I must admit adorable; (though I decided that I don’t have the mental strength to take care of children after some 3,5 hours of being locked down to play with her).

Finally when I was able to sit down and started drinking my ice coffee (I specially made it cold) she came along and smelled my mug, then said: “This smells like chocolate!!”.

I said “Nope, it’s coffee with milk, but it’s just as sweet,”. 

Towards the end of the night, she wanted me to pick her up to check out the counter in the kitchen. Then she saw all the Nescafe 3 in 1 packages placed in a larger mug.

Noticing the red color, she pointed them and said: “Are those chocolates?”

I said: “Nope, they’re all coffee as well.”

“All of them?”

“Yes.”

“Why not chocolates?”

“Yeah, well… let’s say that everything that looks like chocolate in this house is actually coffee.”

She didn’t get it exactly, but I realized the weird truth in what I just explained. 

What’s chocolate (or resembles it, with all the warm color schemes and all) for that age is probably what’s coffee for me now. Delicious taste of happiness and energy~

Today, on my way home, an old woman sitting next to me at the bus asked me something. Not being able to hear her clearly from the noise of the bus, I kindly asked to repeat. She asked it again, and apparently the reason I couldn’t hear her was because she was speaking in a very, very low voice. She had to repeat the question twice more (in the same low, monotone voice). And it turned out she was asking me if “I knew any prayers“…

Oh wait, it’s getting better after this-

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