For a typical person like me, a day wouldn’t be complete without a cup of hot chocolate for breakfast. For more than half of my life it’s my perfect breakfast companion- paired with garlic rice, cheesedog and sunny side up eggs. It seems that my stomach has gotten use to the sweet aroma of this morning munchies.
My mom would always tell us this routine started in our kindergarten days. Being the second in a family of three kids, our mom would get up early and cook breakfast for me and my sister (my sister and I has an age gap of 3 years) before we go to school. Which happens to be garlic rice paired with hotdog or egg or corned beef or spam or whichever comes handy. And then she would make us each a cup of hot chocolate and insist that we take a sip before taking a bath to keep our stomachs warm. I’ve gotten used to it that my day feels incomplete without a morning nip of hot choco.
As I live on my own during my college years I would occasionally skip breakfast because I’m always running late. There’s no one to cook breakfast for me anymore and so I end up always missing breakfast. That’s the thing about growing up, most of the things that we enjoy when we were young would usually take its leave when we grow old.
Now even as I go to work I always make it to a point to still enjoy my hot chocolate. But what I miss most is when my mom would dreadfully wake us up and serve us our daily breakfast with our favorite homegrown hot chocolate.
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