Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

The blue ceramic mug felt heavy and solid in my hand. The old yellow refrigerator hummed its low, steady song in the corner of the kitchen while the smell of dark roast filled the room.

Clara, my daughter, sat at the table with her eyes fixed on her fitness watch. She tapped the screen twice, her brow furrowing as she logged her morning steps.

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