THIS IS MY PARTICIPATION IN THE MINI CONTEST
Milk is a sign of love, as it is the first food to reach our lips, given by the one who loves us most: our mother. I had the strange luck of being born with an intolerance to fresh milk, forcing me to overcome many obstacles until I became immune. Today, I enjoy it again in my diet, as a symbol of that sacred nourishment. I prefer it in the mornings, piping hot, mixed with black coffee. I add just the right amount of sugar and stir it ten times before the first sip. There’s no sunrise without my milk and coffee; I even believe happiness includes it in its magical recipe.
"I’d like to invite @marpasifico to tell us how they prefer their milk."
