I have my mom’s espresso pot now, so I can make lattes by microwaving the milk and whisking it so it gets frothy on top. That’s what we used to do every morning, until she couldn’t drink coffee anymore. When I lived at home, Mama and I would be in the house most days while my dad was at work. Our morning routine was coffee before anything else, whoever got up first would make it. I’d wake up to the sound of typing, Mama checking her email. I’d walk into her room and say good morning, then go downstairs to the kitchen and start the coffee.