There’s something about Sunday mornings that brings me a sense of nostalgia. I remember waking up to the smell of abandoned, stale coffee and the faint remembrance of a hectic morning progressing while I languish my way in and out of sleep. My mom never bothered to try to wake us up early on Sundays because she knew once she did, she would never get any of the countless tasks on her endless list taken care of. However, whenever it got too late, much closer to the afternoon than the morning, we would hear her coincidentally start to slam cupboard doors and the strident clinking of pots and pans. Soon enough, the sweet aroma of a warm brunch began to fill our home. I think these little moments from our childhood have a much larger impact on the people we are today. Even if we don’t want to recognize it, these moments shape the way we go about our everyday lives. For instance, I take my time on Sunday mornings and I also find brunch one of the most important meals of the day.
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