She frames her struggle with caffeine feels almost poetic, like she’s holding back a whole cup of sorrow just to savor that jam. That last line about needing strength? Chills. Who wouldn’t want their last meal to feel like a triumph, even if it’s just homemade jam.
Thanks! Maybe if the story were longer she might have found an exceptional lawyer and that wouldn't have ended up being her last breakfast at all ...🤔👍☮️