A B U E L I T A

When I was little I hated when my abuelita made my chocolate milk.

She never left chocolate powder clumps.
My abuelita would mix the milk and the chocolate powder so well and so perfectly, I would cry.
I wanted chocolate powder clumps in my milk dammit!
We saw things differently.
But today I raise a glass of perfectly mixed chocolate milk to the sky.
Gracias por el chocomil Abuelita.

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