Simple Things

When I was a kid, Dad taught me to appreciate simple things, like the smell of fresh coffee.

By doing that, he distracted me from everything else, like how Mom had started sleeping in a different room.

I still remember being surprised when one day, she left.

I also remember finding out about plantations and trade agreements and everything that goes into a jar of coffee. That surprised me, too.

Dad never really worked out what happened between him and Mum. But then, he never realised that there’s no such thing as simple; there’s just complexity you choose to ignore.