STORY TIME 🤭💃💃💃💃 I would begin to have difficulty In breathing, severe wheezing and hard cough. I still wasn't concerned about the state of my health and the terrible pains I felt during this occurrence. I knew I might still be diagnosed of a respiratory infection but I still ignored the fact that I was causing myself harm. This is the reaction I get everytime I take coffee. I was allergic to coffee, and I was aware of it, but ever since my wife died because of my own stupidity and negligence, I would make a full cup of coffee every Sunday, since she died on a Sunday, and I would force myself to finishing the cup of coffee even when I knew I was going to react terribly to it. Coffee was my wife's favorite beverage while she was still alive and there wasn't any day that passed by without her taking it. It was more like something she was addicted to. But anytime she made coffee, she always made a different beverage for me because she knew i was allergic to it . The doctor had also confirmed that the Coffee allergies I have was typically caused by an immune system in my body responding to the proteins found in coffee beans. Even when I know have the power to prevent all this things from occuring, I couldn't stop taking coffee because that was the only way I could beat myself for my own negligence that resulted into the death of my lovely wife, and the mother of my kids. I haven't healed from her death ever since and I was finding it difficult to forgive myself. #fiction © Elizabeth Mordi