Descriptive Essay About Black Coffee

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It was early Monday morning, the start of a new week. Running around the house trying to get ready, so I’m not late for work. Waking up my young son named Liam, getting him ready to go to daycare. Throwing my long blonde hair up in a ponytail, and then putting on my clothes. After all that I’m on my way to work. My head is pounding, and I can already tell this week is going to be a long and stressful one. I have a lot on my mind.

As I arrive at the “Corner Cafe,” I can smell the coffee just beginning to fill the air. I am pretty used to the smell of coffee. Customers walking in to get coffee, helping them wake up in the morning. I love seeing and meeting new people, the smiles that are always on their faces. This is one of the reasons on why I love working at the “Corner Cafe,” people are always there to talk to you.

Every morning this old man named Teddy comes in. Teddy says, “Hey Claire, can I have a black coffee?” Quickly I get the man his black coffee. This old man loves his coffee and he would never miss a day of coming in to get it. Teddy looks at me like he is confused. Teddy says, “Claire is something wrong, what is all on your mind?” I sit on the stool next to Teddy and we talk. I tell him, “Oh, Teddy, I have a lot on my mind right now, and I don’t know what to do.” I am stressing out about school, not having enough money to raise my family. It seems like everything 's falling apart.” Teddy looks me in the eyes and says, “Claire everything is going to be okay,

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