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That week was getting harder and harder, she had slept little and eaten much less, the subject of the move was generating a lot of stress. Tatiana was a well-known blogger, although her work was usually done at home, it consumed a lot of her time and when she had to do something out of her routine, her schedule collapsed. So having to move had become a titanic task because of the paperwork, the contracts, the things she had to leave settled in her old residence and the things she had to prepare in the new one, in addition to responding to her obligations with the blog.

On top of all this, Tatiana had lost her grandmother a few months ago, she did not like to admit it, but this had devastated her, she was going through a strong anxiety and an undiagnosed depression that was silently consuming her. Her grandmother had raised her since she was a baby, for Tatiana that old woman was her real mother, in terms of selflessness, care and devotion. She coped with this emotional situation as best she could, but that week she felt that everything was getting out of hand.

She arrived at her new home and saw that the move had gone ahead as planned, she saw the boxes spread out on the floor but something surprised her. Those were not her boxes, the moving truck must have made a mistake, now she had someone else's belongings in her living room. Tatiana felt that the world was coming down on her, now everything would be delayed, she had taken two days to settle in, if the problem took too long to be solved, the deadline would be extended and she would not be able to work on the blog or settle in until the following week. She tried desperately to call the moving company, but they wouldn't answer, her anxiety was increasing exponentially and she felt like she was having trouble breathing.

She held her head, as it hurt intensely, she remembered that she had not had coffee all day. Coffee was the only drink that put her in a good mood, so she thought for a moment, there was nowhere in the neighborhood to have one, the nearest one was half an hour away. She looked at the boxes and felt strangely mischievous, she thought maybe inside one of those boxes was a coffee pot, but how could she know which one. Something stirred inside her, all the pain she had carried in the last months was beginning to unleash, she was angry, life was not fair to her. She threw herself on the boxes like a madwoman, she tore the cardboard to pieces and threw the objects she found inside into the air, she did it repeatedly with all the boxes that were in her path, until finally in one of them appeared what she was looking for. 

She lifted a beautiful silver coffee pot with her hands, it looked like no one had ever used it before. She looked at the side of the box and found a small cup and a bag of ground coffee, Tatiana could not help but smile. She went to the kitchen and put the coffee pot to work, the aroma of coffee penetrated her senses, Tatiana felt sweetly intoxicated, she danced in circles while humming a lullaby. When the coffee was finally ready, she poured it, drank quickly, she didn't care that the heat of the drink burned her tongue and throat, when the contents of the cup were finished, she poured another one right away, she did the same thing several times.
 
In the middle of the silence that inhabited the house, she heard her grandmother's voice, this left her paralyzed, she took a few steps trying to locate where the voice came from. She stumbled over the shattered boxes on the floor and fell on her back. She opened her eyes slowly and on the ceiling of the room began to glimpse moving images of her childhood, she opened her eyes completely to see better and there they were, they were all her memories projected on the white ceiling that looked like the screen of a movie theater.

She and her grandmother were walking on that surface, dancing, singing, playing, sharing all those moments that would never come back. Without realizing it, she was crying, she heard her sobs and did not feel they were her own, but those of a little girl. She felt that she was draining, that her soul was coming out with so many tears, when suddenly someone took her hand. She didn't really see anyone, but she knew it was her grandmother, the way she caressed her fingers tenderly, it was typical of the old woman.

She told her softly, not in words, but in an intimate language, unique between the two of them. That everything would be all right, and that he had to let go of her, let go of the pain and the guilt, that she had to move on but do it right. Tatiana wanted the meeting not to end, wanted to stay there with her beloved grandmother, but the ringing of her phone woke her up. Before she could say anything, the worker was already apologizing for the mistake, she told her that the confusion had not been so serious and that in 15 minutes the company's truck would be there to deliver her things and take the boxes away.

Tatiana thanked her and cut the call short, she was shocked when she remembered that she had destroyed the boxes, she looked around but everything was intact. She looked in the kitchen and did not find the coffee pot, she was confused, because that had been so real. She began to laugh, it had been so long since she had been able to do it with pleasure, she understood that her grandmother had communicated with her and that it had all been a trance. It was strange but she felt so good that she did not recognize herself, she smiled with acceptance, she knew that from now on things would be better.

What Tatiana never understood was why, even after waking up, her mouth kept the intense and sweet taste of that enigmatic coffee. </div>

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